Lia Being Human

We're not coming back here again, are we?

I saw your retaliation.

Spirit, I command you leave here.

-Aargh!

-No, no...!

-Christ compels you.

-No! Please! No. I'm not ready!

No, no...!

No! No...!

I don't know what's happened.

Don't forget me, will you?

I have to go.

What do we do?

We're going to get her back.

This programme contains some strong language and some scenes which some viewers may find disturbing.

..So she dies, and six months later, he dies. That's Catholics for you.

So it goes to the son. I says to him, you want to get rid.

He fancies himself as a landlord now.

I says, you've been watching too much Property Ladder.

He just shrugs and scratches himself with his keys.

So, um, it was,

-it was a bed and breakfast?

-I saw their ad in the free paper.

"A slice of heaven in Barry."

I bet heaven doesn't have chemical toilets.

-So it's the three of you, is it?

-A friend will be joining us.

Well, that's...

Yeah, we hope so.

It's not definite.

No, no, she should be here pretty soon. I don't know what's taking her so long.

Do what you want as long as the rent's covered.

We've been trying to shift this place for months. I reckon it's haunted.

No, there's nothing here.

Do you know what really, really excited us?

It was the, um, it was the basement gym.

-Oh, yeah.

-See, she's excited.

Could we have a have a look?

Depends how good you are at handling disappointment.

-Come on.

-I'll just go this way.

"Basil!"

'..Four weeks since the attack in Box Tunnel

'that left 20 people dead, and the police have yet to make an arrest.

'However...'

'Mitchell? Mitchell?

'Can you hear me?'

-Annie!

-'Help, Mitchell, I'm so scared.'

Annie, can you see me? Are you OK?

Oh, God, Annie...!

I think "gym" was more a statement of intent.

Is it sound...?

Is it soundproof?

It's just, I can get pretty...

Rarrr! Rarrr!

..when I'm, er, working out. "Feel the burn." "Who's your daddy?"

"Say what you see."

-Oh, God.

-Do you want me to get his nibs from upstairs?

Oh, no, you're fine, we're cool.

They're looking at it now.

I don't know, English or something. Working at the hospital, apparently.

Isn't it brilliant?. We can transform in here.

Not at the same time obviously but you can have it for the full moon tomorrow.

I thought we were transforming in the country.

Yeah, at a last resort.

We don't know the area, we'd have to find two separate places, miles apart.

No, this is ideal.

I thought this is what you wanted - a place of our own.

But it isn't, is it?

It's you, me and Count Dupree upstairs.

He saved our lives.

He's changed.

Something's, something's happened to him. You must have noticed.

We've lost Annie, we're all over the place.

'They call this the waiting room.

'We wait here until...they know where they want us to go.'

Have they told you where?

'They're going to build a special room, just for me,

'they're going to lock the door and they're going to burn the key.'

-What, what does THAT mean?!

-'It's Hell, Mitchell.

'They're going to take me to Hell.'

Annie, Annie, listen to me. I'm coming to get you.

-We just need to find out what...

-Ta-ra now.

I know. There's tit all on these days. Thank God for Terry Pratchett, is all I'm saying.

Annie was there. She was on the screen.

-What? You're kidding.

-Is she OK? What did she say?

We're running out of time.

Um, it's our friend, she's in...

..Midsomer Murders.

OK, look. I've had a pow-wow with my boss, and how's this?

Sign now and we'll give the place a spruce.

Lose the swirly carpet, get some stripped floorboards, blinds and stuff. Make it look all catalogue-y.

OK, how long will that take?

Two weeks, tops.

I know a couple of Polish fellas. Peasant stock. Very driven.

-OK, right. No, we want to move in now.

-Really?

-Mmm. Please, can we?

-Mitchell?

Yeah, whatever.

But it's... well, look at it!

It's fine. We wouldn't want to change a thing, would we?

We just can't wait to start...

our Hawaiian dream.

-And he's a werewolf?

-Benicio del something.

He's a Spanish actor.

The special effects are amazing, Dad. I've seen the pictures.

Anyway, there's an 11am screening for OAPs.

I thought you'd feel at home.

I don't know.

Makes it seem trivial.

You liked The English Patient.

Because there weren't any werewolves in The English Patient.

It had elegance.

Is there nudity?

We shouldn't go if there's nudity.

In The Wolfman, Dad? I doubt it.

There's a lady on the poster, but she's wearing a blouse.

Ah, we can't afford two tickets.

I'll sneak you in through the fire exit.

We'd do that when I was a kid. Fine.

But I want you to have a nap afterwards. And a proper lunch.

Big day tomorrow.

Where you going?

Bit of window shopping.

You know that funfair we passed? It's closed down.

There might be copper wire in there.

-Iron, maybe. Stuff we can sell.

-You want me to cause a distraction?

Tom. These people, they work for a living.

-They're really going to show The Wolfman to a load of OAPs?

-Mm-hm.

Even old people are weird now.

Hang about, here he comes.

That's him.

Yeah, that's got to be him, man.

Let's roll. Ow-wooo!

Come on, doggy!

Where's the other one?

Look...we heard there was two of you...

..so...

where...

is...

he?

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

MUSIC: "Mad About The Boy" by Dinah Washington

Ahem... What do you think?

Mm? I had a little left over from the food shop,

and I thought it might be nice to have something for, you know, us.

Hence... and hence...

It was either that or off-peak gym membership.

-You made absolutely the right decision.

-Really?

-Mm.

-Ow.

-What? What?

What is that?

Pen.

-Hello.

-Hello.

Ow! Hair stuck, glasses...!

Oh, is it? Oh, shit, sorry. Oh, hang on, it's really tangled.

-George! Ee, ow!

-Wait, wait, wait. Sssh, don't pull away.

-Quickly.

Oh!

-You all right?

-Yeah, fine.

Right, where were we?

-Hello.

-Hello.

-Have you got a radio?.

-What?!

I need a radio. I have an idea.

-Mitchell.

-Ow! Mitchell.

What are you doing?!

Cheers.

Just give me a bloody kiss.

Oh, look, forget about it.

He's ruined everything.

Another night.

Come on, Annie, come on.

TRAIN HORN BLARES

HORN BLARES

MUSIC, THEN VOICES

Sean Hancock. Diagnosed a year ago with malignant melanoma.

Secondaries on the brain and lung. He's on a morphine infusion

and maintenance fluids but his condition's deteriorating rapidly.

-We're talking hours now.

-Wait a sec,

you're doing this now? It's a full moon, we've just moved into a new house.

There's enough going on without you crossing over into the afterlife.

We could wait weeks for another opportunity like this.

There could be consequences.

I don't care about the consequences, she's our friend and we lost her.

-And I don't want to lose you as well!

-I am doing this.

I'll take everything they've got.

Death, God, the Devil - none of it frightens me!

-I feel totally reassured(!)

-We all saw Annie on that screen in the cottage,

we saw how terrified she is, and this is the only idea we've got.

-Thank you.

-But I want one of us in there with you.

-What?!

Death is a personal, private moment and we're gate-crashing.

I want that man treated with dignity and kindness.

MONITOR BLEEPS

# Shema Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu

-# Adonai Echad... #

-What's that you're doing?

It's a prayer. It's Jewish.

Yeah, I'm not great with religious rituals.

Aw. ..Tough.

-GEORGE RESUMES PRAYER Is he even Jewish?

-It doesn't matter.

His body's let him down, medicine's let him down. It's a gesture of sympathy.

I'm trying to get in the zone here.

I refer you to my earlier statement of "tough".

# Shema Yisrael... #

I can't remember the rest.

Five letters. Something, 'A', something, something, something.

The clue is just the letters H I J K L M N O.

Mitchell!

The answer's water.

Yes, it's the letters H to O.

H2O, it's the molecular formula for water.

Get in.

OK, give me another one.

HE GASPS

MONITOR EMITS CONSTANT TONE Is that it? Is he dead now?

That's me.

Shit, I look awful!

Sean, isn't it?

Sean, you've been very ill.

I'm so sorry but I'm afraid you've just died.

-What happens now?

-You're going on a journey.

No, it's OK, it's cool.

I'm coming with you.

Are you...Death?

No!

No, I'm not Death.

Sean... Hi. This is John.

He's going to make sure you get there safely.

SINISTER WHOOSHING

What's that?

That's for you.

That's what happens next.

OK, boys,

let's get going.

Oh, yeah, you need to get it.

When you're ready, take your time.

Goodbye, Sean.

Is this it?

Is it all over now?

Yeah.

You did good, Sean.

You can rest now.

None of this was your fault. Anything that happened would have happened a lot sooner

and a lot worse if I hadn't have met you.

Just come back.

Mitchell, isn't it?

I'm Lia. How's it going?

-Where's the guy I was with?

-Sean?

Well, I don't know. He'll have his own stuff to do.

-You're my guide, then?

-Yes.

What's got two thumbs and just lucked out?

Hello. No, I've always been lucky.

You should rub me.

I'm serious. Rub me.

Do you know who I am, "Lia"?

Well, I know you're a vampire.

Can I say that? Or are you funny about the word?

Because I've got this cousin who's in a wheelchair

and I called him disabled once and he ran over my foot.

What else?

Just that you're really hot.

Have we met...before?

H12.

H12?

What does that mean?

It's a riddle. I love riddles, don't you? Like the one about the midget.

So there's this midget gets into a lift and...

I've just given away the answer.

Am I rambling?

So this is Purgatory.

I remember this.

Well, strictly speaking it's YOUR purgatory.

You know we've all got a corridor, filled with all the good things and the bad and...

well, you've been busy.

-So we choose a door?

-Do we?

I'm asking you.

Yes. It's like a quiz show.

And tonight's star prize - someone's soul. Frickin' weird quiz show.

After you. And just so you know, I will be looking at your arse.

MUSIC ON RADIO: "Keep The Home Fires Burning"

-Why are we here?

-I don't even know where here is.

France. July 17th, 1917.

Who's the guy?

Corporal Arthur Hanley.

Don't drink that.

I wasn't going to.

-It's poisoned.

-I wasn't going to.

Poisoned?

I didn't want him to feel any pain.

You killed him?

Shit, so you've been a vampire since...

..since before my dad was born.

DOOR RATTLES

-What are you doing?

-Look, Annie isn't here. This is a waste of time.

But we must be here for a reason.

Maybe we're meant to find a clue or something.

Who was he?

Mitchell.

Tell me about the guy.

He was my first.

I was recruited by the vampires about four weeks earlier.

But I ran away,

found my regiment again.

I didn't want to believe what had happened to me.

But then the hunger came.

I'd steal from the medical supplies, a little bit every day.

When I had enough,

I slipped it into his tea... GUNSHOT OUTSIDE, MAN SHOUTING

Where are you now?

Running away. That's my captain.

He thought I was deserting, but...

I was running to find Herrick.

I was one of them now.

How did it make you feel?

How do you think?

I killed my friend. The shame of that.

The horror. Knowing what I was now.

You know it's funny,

because most people would've walked into a minefield

and found a way to end it all.

But you didn't.

And I think that's really brave.

Sorry, why didn't you do that?

I wasn't going to let it win.

Quite right. I'm sure that's what Arthur would have wanted.

-You running round with lots of girls and stuff for another century.

-What?

Arthur wasn't the only victim, was he?

I don't understand.

You! You numpty!

You're the other victim. You had your humanity ripped away from you.

-Right. Yeah, yeah.

-What did you think I meant?

Nothing. I knew what you meant.

Actually...I'm the victim.

A minute ago, you were in here wearing a uniform and I missed it.

-Will you stop?!

-'Mitchell? Mitchell?'

-Annie, I'm here.

-'They're getting ready to move me.

'They're taking me to the room.'

Which room? There are all these doors... Which room, Annie?

'There's going to be a parade.

'They'll scatter ashes in front of me like petals, they said...'

I'm coming to get you. I swear, I'm on my way.

-ANNIE WHIMPERS Annie?

-'They're coming.

'They've got drums. They're cheering.

'I can hear children cheering.'

Must be a concept album.

Hey, look. Come on.

Spit spot.

What are you doing?

Why have you got a chicken on a string?.

No, no, wait. I want to talk to you!

MUSIC: "Reason Is Treason" by Kasabian

# But I don't turn around Cos the reason is treason

# Here come the morning And I'll say goodbye to you

# Here come the morning And I'll say goodbye

# But I don't turn around Cos the reason is treason... #

Whoah! Whoah, easy soldier.

There was a young guy, he ran through here.

No need to panic, nothing happens till it gets dark. Now, then, are you here to watch or play?

-Sorry? Play? Play what?

-See how the mood takes you.

My sciatica's back, so I'm just going to watch Sue and Peter in the Volvo and touch myself.

Um, no, sorry, there was a young guy, he came through here.

Whoa, what's this?

Listen, we don't do funny stuff here.

-You'll have to go to Swansea for that.

-Huh?

You'll catch on.

No, I like to think we're a friendly bunch. We're on MySpace,

and last year all the fellas shaved their heads for Comic Relief.

So, that is Alan and Judith.

Now, Judith - and I hope she won't mind me telling you this - will give you a tit-wank you'll never forget!

Look, she's blushing. Sorry, Ju, but credit where credit's due, eh, love?

You don't understand. There was... I want a young guy...

So men are your preferred brand?

Well, in that case you'll be wanting Ian in the people carrier. Now...

SIRENS WAIL

Don't move! Just stop now.

We hadn't started.

Move, move.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

-'Please leave a message.'

-Nina.

I've been arrested.

I don't know what to do. I've been arrested! Listen, no.

You have to let me go. I have a very serious medical condition.

A medical condition, it's serious.

No!

Tell me where Annie is.

You're supposed to be my fucking guide, take me to her now!

Oh, that's nice. Toilet talk.

I'm missing Countryfile for this.

Is this a joke to you? Jesus Christ...!

There's no point, Mitchell, I'm already dead.

You'll get yourself all hot and sweaty for no...

Actually...try it.

Who are you?

-How do I know you?

-H12.

Why do you keep saying that?

We'd better make tracks.

Which door now for a Brucey Bonus?

I so should have worn a leotard.

OK.

That one.

BRASS BAND PLAYS A CAROL

-Oh, God.

-Where are we now?

Sheffield.

December 24th, 1960. This is ridiculous.

We're supposed to be finding Annie.

Well, maybe she's hiding. Yoo-hoo!

-Annie!

-Don't go around there.

Oh.

Guess you ran out of poison.

What was her name?

Sally.

We met in a pub, came back here.

We got pretty drunk.

-It was quite chaotic.

-Mitchell...

it's very important that you tell me the truth.

When it got chaotic with Sally,

were you topless?

I'm building up an image here that'll come in handy later, if you know what I'm saying!

I'm kidding, I'm kidding!

I'm not.

You know, I'm a bit confused.

With the soldier guy, you'd just become a vampire so it was all new and overwhelming...

-I was a victim.

-Yes, you were a victim, we agreed on that.

But this is different somehow.

You screwed her, I'm guessing.

Then what did you use to kill her?

Oh, my God,

you used the pot of her little Christmas tree.

So that's what people mean when they say, "Christmas does my head in!"

-I was out of control.

-You were in control enough to have sex.

-The soldier guy?

-His name was Arthur.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

I should be a bit more respectful about the people you kill.

There was stuff in his room you could've taken, money, but you didn't.

-It was all about the hunger.

-What are you getting at?

Nothing. I just think it's curious.

With Arthur, it was kind for him and torture for you.

But with Sally, there was drinks, there was sex...

Someone could look at this and think you enjoyed it.

Why are you bringing me to these places?

To punish me? Is that it?

You chose the door. Next time pick one where you're building an orphanage on the other side.

It's a compulsion. It WAS a compulsion.

-I'm not that man any more.

-Brilliant. Then there should be nothing stopping you getting Annie back.

'Mitchell! Mitchell, please! Mitchell, they're outside!'

-Tell me where she is.

-You know what to do.

What are you...?! Of course I don't!

What happens next is your choice.

'Mitchell, they're coming for me now,

'They're going to take me to the room.

'Mitchell, please! I'm frightened... '

Coming?

'Mitchell, please! I'm so frightened.

'Mitchell...!'

PEOPLE SHOUT

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. SPECTATORS CHEER

Are you all in for a mauling? CHEERS

Do the children of the night want to see a fight?

CHEERS

So shall I introduce you to tonight's combatants? CHEERS

Well, there ain't a lot I can tell you about our first noble warrior on account of the fact

we picked him up yesterday and he ain't said a word fucking since.

CHEERS AND LAUGHTER The silent but violent type,

no doubt. We're going to welcome him into our bosom, ain't we?

CHEERS

Treat him like a member of the family.

Our pet DOG!

CHEERS AND JEERS

He's hairy, oh, he's scary.

The mute most hirsute.

The canine destined for the big time.

The creature who's plea-ea-eased to meet ya!

Ladies and gentlemen...

..The Beast!

CHEERS AND JEERS

And facing him tonight...

plucked from the streets a mere two and a half hours ago.

He doesn't know where he is, bless him.

The Children of Darwin's champion.

The man with the plan.

The spunky monkey.

..Mr Paul Jameson.

CHEERS AND JEERS

SPECTATORS SHOUT

..Serious medical condition. No, please!

No. Please. Please, please, please, please you have to let me out.

We'll be fine. We hadn't even started.

It's a legal grey area. GEORGE SCREAMS

You all right there, chum?

It's coming.

Oi, soon as he turns, stick him one right in the bollocks.

I've got money on you to live for two minutes.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

A-a-argh!

Hello? HE WHISTLES

I think there's something wrong with this chap in here.

-Kill me.

-What did you say?

It's the only way you'll survive.

I'm not killing you!

Kill me or I will tear your fucking head off!

-Sorry, Miss, you shouldn't be down here.

-Have you got someone in custody called George Sands?

-Are you a friend of his?

-As I said to the nine-year-old in reception, he's a patient of mine.

He has a serious medical condition and needs constant supervision and medication.

Did he tell you that he's got a medical condition?

When we processed him, he might have mentioned something.

And you still brought him in. You didn't think to contact the hospital or...?

-Oh, man, we're going to have fun with you.

-We found him in a well-known dogging location.

-SCREAMING

-That man has serious mental problems.

He's a... Oh...!

He's...basically nuts, OK?

And it's, um, it's, it's...contagious.

-Are you all right, Miss?

-No, I am...really annoyed.

Gareth, maybe we should...sort of let this lady have him.

-Yeah, I think that would be a good idea... Argh!

-Get his belongings.

SCREAMING CONTINUES

No, this isn't anything to do with...what was going on.

Listen, I never...

Ah, come on!

Oh, good. All right, George?

Right, let's get you ba-a-a-ack to the ward.

But don't think for a moment that you've heard the last of this.

Thank you.

-Dogging? You were caught dogging?

-We need to find somewhere to transform.

I only got your message because I went upstairs to use the toilet.

SPECTATORS SHOUT

No. There is something down here.

You can transform in here.

-What will you do?

-I don't know. But we can't be together, we'll kill each other.

We haven't got a choice.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry for all this.

I know.

A-a-a-agh!

We could have had the house redecorated after all.

Oh, shit, yes.

I love you.

I love you too.

A-a-a-a-gh!

..Four, three, two, one...

full moon!

CHEERS

THEY SCREAM

HOWLING

GROWLING

GROWLING

SQUELCHING

You don't have to do this. You could go back to George

and your old life and say you tried to get Annie back but it was impossible.

They'll understand. It was brave of you to even try.

No.

I need to do this.

OK, then.

End of the line.

I've got to say I was kind of hurt that you didn't recognise me,

given you remembered so much about the other two.

I guess you were a bit preoccupied that night.

HE MUMBLES

-What? I didn't catch that.

-I'm sorry.

-Oh, you're sorry!

I couldn't help it.

I was angry and...

-The hunger...

-Yeah, yeah. No control.

It's a compulsion. Blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, let me introduce you to the guys.

Your "twelve good men and true",

although there is twenty of us, and nine are women. But I'll crack on.

So this is Donna. She was a primary school teacher.

All the kids in her class have been having nightmares since you killed her.

Some have even needed counselling.

Funny, isn't it - the ripples of your actions?

That's Glenn, the driver. Your first victim, remember him?

Five kids, can you believe it?

And that's Mary.

She'd just recovered from breast cancer.

She was given a whole new lease of life, she was.

Until you tore her throat out, obviously. Next to her is Dean...

Please... please stop.

I don't know what I can say.

Don't say anything. Because every word that comes out of your mouth

is a fucking excuse. It's misdirection.

-I'm not trying to trick you.

-Not us.

-You're lying to yourself.

-I'm trying to change.

How's that working out for you?

-It wasn't just me, anyway, it was Daisy.

-You're doing it again.

I was 22.

I had a peanut allergy. I wanted to be a vet.

I had a little brother that I loved more than anything in the world.

Those are the things that make a human being.

Do you taste THEM in our blood?

The arrogance, to call yourself the victim!

-How dare you insult us like that!

-I didn't mean to insult you.

-You were flirting with me.

-I just wanted you to like me.

And there we have it!

You want forgiveness, every day.

You get a smile from me, and it proves you're not completely evil.

You do a thousand small nice things and you put them against the bad.

You actually do the sums in your head, don't you?

Why did you come here?

-For Annie or for you?

-For Annie.

Crossing into Purgatory.

That's a big deposit in the 'good' account.

-No, I just want Annie back.

-Which one of us does that wipe off the slate?

Donna? Glenn? Me?

None of you.

-I don't know what you want me to do.

-I want you to stop hiding.

-I'm not hiding.

-"I'm a victim. I'm better now. Daisy made me do it."

-I'm not...

-You're not what?

-I'm not a victim.

So you're what? What, misunderstood?

I'M AN ANIMAL! I don't deserve mercy or forgiveness. I'm a murderer.

I couldn't help myself.

I loved it.

The sensation, the power.

I was dead but I'd never felt so alive.

I wasn't human any more.

I'd lost my conscience, I was free and that's what I was addicted to.

I hacked my way through the world.

I left a trail of blood a thousand miles long.

And I loved it.

I'm a disease.

I'm a plague.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Budge up.

You can have Annie back.

But there's a price.

I'll stay.

I want you to take me to all my victims.

I want to feel it.

I want to suffer. I don't want to hide any more.

I just want her back.

It's not that simple.

The time and cause of your death have already been set

but there are things that need to happen first.

You see, you're the final piece in someone else's story.

And they need to complete their journey, and in order to do that...

..they have to kill you.

What?

You're going to be killed by a werewolf.

A wolf-shaped bullet.

Bang.

Who?

SHE CHUCKLES

-We'll see you soon, Mitchell.

-You're letting me go?

Well, as punishments go,

it's pretty cruel and interesting, isn't it?

HE SPITS

Loving that arse!

Oh, oh, oh!

-Hey, what's all this?

-Oh!

-Are you OK?

-Yeah.

For a second I thought...

No. It's OK, baby, we're OK.

-Oo...!

-Oo! Someone needs a Tic-Tac.

-Wolf breath!

-Oo!

Come on, let's get going.

When we transformed, did we...?

Oh.

Nice.

Annie, isn't it?

I'm Lia.

Sorry about all this palaver. It's been chaos here.

Lots of people turning up early, everyone's in a bit of a tizz.

You're going to take me to the room now?

Oh, the train station. Oh, sorry, this was for my three o'clock.

No, you're free to go.

-I... I can go? Really?

-Yeah.

You will still be dead. I should make that clear.

Your body...you know...

it's been over two years, nobody really wants to see that.

And, um...

..will I come back here one day?

Well, we all end up here eventually.

The problem with you was, you came through the wrong door.

But next time, you'll come through the right one and it'll be Boggle and pina coladas 24/7.

Well, spit-spot. Mitchell's waiting.

Is anything going on between you guys?

I mean, he came to Purgatory to find you.

Puts my ex-boyfriend's tattoo into perspective.

We're just friends.

You'd be so adorable, you two.

I could eat you up.

-I'm dead.

-So is he.

I think it's meant to happen.

I think it's... fate.

What happened to you, Lia?

A very bad thing.

But it's OK.

We play the long game here.

Mitchell?

Mitchell!

You saved me.

You saved me too.

And what happened? Did you...?

-Was there like, I don't know, some kind of trade-off?

-Nothing.

There was nothing. Mind games, that's all.

I don't believe a word of it.

Um...where are we? This isn't Bristol.

No. That's the, um, the other thing.

We've sort of moved to Wales.

-Wales?!

-Yeah, Barry Island.

I want to go back.

-To Bristol?

-No, to Purgatory!

'My name is Annie Claire Sawyer and two years ago I died.

'But in so many ways, that's when my life began.

'In the company of horrors, I learnt about friendship and loyalty,

'sacrifice and courage.

'Humanity isn't a species, it's a state of mind.

'It can't be defeated - it moves mountains, it saves souls.

'We were blessed as much as we were cursed.

'In this little enclave of the lost...

'..I witnessed the very best of being human.

'We were safe here...

'..while outside,

'the monsters prowled.'

You lost me 50 quid.

But am I cross? No.

No, I'm not, as it goes, cos it's clear to me you've got exceptional talent.

You're what's known in the trade

as a real animal.

I'm going to look after you.

Get you a chewy toy...

..a bowl?

Are you hungry? Hm?

No?

Well, you had a late supper, didn't you?

Hmm.

My name...

..is McNair.

McNair.

McNair the Bear would be a good name if you were a bear, but you're not, you're a dog!

You're MY dog,

my mad dog,

Mad Dog McNair.

Oi, did you hear me? Mad Dog McNair.

No, you misunderstand.

You see, I told you my name...

..because I want it to be the last thing you ever hear.

A-a-a-rgh!

Stake and chips, anyone?

-How did you know I was here?

-Spidey sense, Dad.

-It wasn't your fault.

-Right, come on.

There's more coming.

Tom.

Dad, I saw another one.

There's another one of us.

You're a worringly easy man to find.

I'm here to discuss the Box Tunnel twenty.

Do you want to know what I am feeling, George?

Hungry.

There's a wolf-shaped bullet with his name on it.

-Mitchell's going to get got.

-How am I going to manage if he's all...?

Let's go out with the lads, find some women, drink them dry.

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