(man singing in Spanish)
♪♪
(low growling)
♪♪
(growling)
♪♪
(leaves rustling)
(growling)
(branches snapping)
Aah!
(beast roaring)
(man)
Aah!
(screaming)
(beast roaring)
(woman screaming)
(growling)
♪♪
(beast roaring)
(foliage trampled)
(beast grunting, snorting)
Follow me, Bill.
Hi, Janeane.
Hit the lights, Bill.
Okay, let's get started,
Janeane.
That's our plant
in Chumayo, Columbia.
It's one of the largest
in Latin America.
Now, that entire village
is virtually supported
by those employees.
Now, if the plant
stops working,
the village stops living.
But more important to us,
if one of our big plants
stops operating,
we lose money--
lots of money.
Oh, that's a shot of Pete.
I think you met him in Peru.
He runs the plant.
Next slide, honey.
Now, Bill, this is a slide
of Maria Reyes
the year her husband
was k*lled.
Now, she maintains
that a large animal
climbed out of a tree
and k*lled him at night.
She called it a monster.
This is what
she looks like today.
Now, there's a group
of people
who think she's a witch.
Please, Al--
Mr. Barnes.
(sighs)
All right, Miss Torres,
next slide.
Now, this is where
I think our trouble is.
This is Victor Sanchez.
He's been raising hell
all over South America
with his anti-American and
anti-big-business bullshit.
Now, I think he is
our problem.
He's been spreading stories
about the witch and the monster,
stirring up the natives
to get them to get us
out the country.
Now, you and I don't believe
in that monster crap,
but Sanchez sure as hell
is using it.
Now every animal
that's dead,
every person
that's missing
is k*lled by some monster,
according to Sanchez.
Now, he's scared a lot
of people out of town,
and the production
at the plant
has slowed down.
And I want to know
what's happening,
what's causing it,
and I want it stopped.
That's why I'm sending you
to Columbia.
Put on the next
g*dd*mn slide.
Now, if we ain't
got enough with Sanchez,
we gotta put up
with this b*tch.
Now, she's been filming
and recording
all our problems
for a network
that we advertise with
to the tune
of over $4 million
every year,
and we can't stop them.
♪♪
This is Patty Clark
coming to you
from the small,
lakeside town
of Chumayo, Columbia.
We are extremely fortunate
to have arrived here
at the height
of Chumayo's celebration
of its founding
by Spanish missionaries.
But don't let
the festivities fool you.
Chumayo has its problems,
and there is the problem,
or at least one of them-
the Durado cement plant,
operated by
an American corporation,
and discharging
its raw waste
directly into Lake Chumayo.
The fishermen have
put away their nets.
Pollution has taken away
their livelihood.
And that pollution comes
from that cement plant.
The few fish that are caught
are almost unfit
or consumption.
♪♪
(girl)
Go on, Chakai,
go get it.
That-a-boy!
Come here, boy.
Come on, Chakai.
Good boy.
Are you ready, Glen?
Yeah, go ahead.
Go on, Chakai.
(girl)
Ole!
Andrea, look.
Look!
Where?
What-- what is it?
Nothing now.
They're gone.
What's gone?
I don't see anything.
Remember me telling you
I've seen something
in the lake
a couple of times?
Yeah.
Well, I just
saw it again.
And there were
some big ripples.
Something was swimming
under the water.
Ha, I know, it's the old
monster-in-the-lake bit again.
Grrr!
You're as bad
as the others.
Monster, huh?
(bugle fanfare)
Hey, they're starting
the bull run.
Let's go.
(water splashing)
(dog whimpering)
(yelping)
(indistinct chatter)
(Patty)
Gracias, Mayor Montero.
Gracias,
Senorita Clark.
I would like for you
to meet my daughter Juanita.
She's the one that flies
the helicopter for the town.
Hello, Juanita?
Como esta?
Hello, Miss Clark.
It's very nice to meet you.
I'm surprised you speak
such beautiful English.
Why, thank you.
I spent several years
in the United States.
She's a good girl.
(bell tolling)
(mariachi band playing)
♪♪
(priest)
Yes, this is a glorious day
or Chumayo.
The good Lord,
in His infinite wisdom,
has blessed us
with 200 years
of coming to life
on His wondrous earth.
He has given us
bountiful crops,
abundant sunshine,
and a beautiful lake,
overflowing with fish.
Yes, praise the Lord,
for he giveth,
and he taketh away.
Buenos dios,
Carlos.
Dance in the streets.
Fill your bosoms with
the juice of the grape,
the fruit of the vine.
Ye shall repent.
He watches over us.
He shall protect us
from the foreign intruders,
who pollute our skies
and our waters.
He commands us to return
to the soil--
His pure, unpolluted soil.
His cool an sustaining waters,
which Satan has plucked from us
with his creature of evil.
This is an incredible day
for your town.
200 years is a long time, si.
(priest continues preaching)
But with what is happening,
will there be 200 more?
The priest is right.
It is up to us to drive
this evil from your town
so that our country may
live in peace.
Carlos and his friends are
with you, amigo.
But it is you who
must put an end
to these evildoings.
The priest here
speak the truth.
The intruders must be
driven out.
You must do what
you believe is right.
I must do what I have
set out to do.
Si. Together,
we join forces.
Together, Carlos,
we will see that
Chumayo celebrates another
200 years of freedom.
Freedom from
the evil foreigners,
and freedom
from the demons
they have created.
You must cleanse
your sinful souls
and drive out
these evil creatures.
(all shouting, laughing)
♪♪
(screaming)
(man screaming)
(crow cawing)
Stone the bruja.
Diablo!
Stone the bruja!
Stone the bruja!
(all shouting)
(airplane engines revving)
Juanita Montero.
I'm happy to meet you.
And you, Miss Montero.
My name's Travis--
Bill Travis.
Where's our pilot?
I'm your plot, senor.
Really?
Well, okay, lead on.
Helicopter 7A940
ready for takeoff.
Heading north
to Chumayo.
(man over radio)
940, clear for takeoff.
♪♪
(laughter,
indistinct chatter)
Buenos dios, senorita...
Buenos dios.
There's the little devils.
(man)
You okay, son?
Well, look at you!
No, I'm okay.
I got four this time.
I think he should
take us to dinner, huh, dad?
What do you say?
Sure thing.
It would be
my pleasure.
(speaking Spanish)
Why so down in the mouth,
lover boy?
Oh...
Hi, Laura.
What'd you say?
Nothing important
You worried about
the troubleshooter
they're sending?
Well, it was my report
to Barnes
that got Travis to come.
Somebody's gotta do something
about all this voodoo stuff.
That's not what I stopped by
to talk about.
What I really want
to know is
why have you been
avoiding me lately?
I haven't seen you
in days.
Oh...come off it, Laura,
we've been over all of that
a million times.
Well, what cooled you off
all of a sudden?
I was good enough for you
all this time.
Laura, for God sakes,
hold it down.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry if I hurt you.
I'm sorry if you made more
out of it than you should have.
If I made too much
out of it?
You didn't talk that way
the last time we made love
down by the lake.
All right.
Look...Laura, you--
You'll always be
the best thing
that ever happened
to me here.
But you've gotta understand
that people change.
Oh, come off it, Pete.
You're just trying
to dump me.
What happened, did you find
some local girl
to scratch your back?
Okay, since you
brought it up,
yes, I have.
You're a big girl, Laura.
You've gotta face it--
it is over.
It was fun
while it lasted.
Fun?!
You son of a b*tch.
Is that all it was,
huh, fun?
Wait-- wait a minute.
I didn't mean that
the way it sounded.
For God sakes, stop twisting
everything I say!
Okay, Pete,
I'll back off.
But I want to know
who the competition is.
Well, if you really
have to know,
I've been seeing Juanita.
Juanita?
You mean Juanita Montero?
(laughs)
You've got to be kidding.
She's a babe in the woods.
The virgin of virgins.
I'll bet she thinks you
get pregnant from kissing.
Well, you certainly know
you can't, don't you?
Just back off, Laura.
Poor Pete.
One man, and
two women want him.
What a predicament
for a man to be in.
Well, looks like
I'll be taking
those midnight swims
alone.
(helicopter whirring)
Mr. Travis?
Patty Clark, WNAC TV.
I'd like to have
a word with you.
Are you down here
about the pollution problem?
Can you tell me exactly
what you intend to do?
No.
No?
No what?
Look, lady, they're
your questions.
You figure it out.
Listen, Travis, you don't
seem to understand.
There's a pollution problem
down here
with international
overtones,
and the public has the right
to some straight answers.
Well, how 'bout it?
Look, Ms. Clark,
I traveled 6,000 miles
to get here,
and the way I feel
right now,
you don't want to put it
on your little TV camera.
But I'll answer
your first question.
Until I figure out what's
going on around here,
there'll be no interviews.
Okay?
Well, there you have it,
folks.
They create a situation
down here,
and then they don't want
to discuss it.
This is Patty Clark,
from Chumayo, Columbia.
Cut it, Bob.
(frogs croaking,
crickets chirping)
(splashing in background)
(beast growling)
(Pete)
Laura?
(growling)
Laura?
(singing in Spanish)
♪♪
♪♪
(fireworks exploding)
Boy, I don't know
what the hell's
the matter with me.
I--
I really don't.
(sighs)
Look, Laura...
I came down here tonight
to apologize for the--
the way I talked
to you today.
I don't want to hurt you.
You've just gotta understand
that I didn't come down here
to make it with you.
I just wanted
to be sure that--
that...oh...I--
You've gotta face it, Laura,
it's over, it's finished.
It's--
(sighs)
It's completely finished.
And I'm sorry about tonight.
I feel like a real sh*t.
(bird shrieks)
I didn't intend for it
to end like this.
(music from festival
in background)
Things got out of hand.
(fireworks exploding)
I'm sorry.
♪♪
(bubbling)
(bushes rustling)
(distant roar)
(woman screaming)
♪♪
(fireworks exploding)
(bushes rustling)
(pained groan)
(beast roaring)
Aah!
(screaming)
(beast grunting)
(screaming)
(beast growling)
No! Aah!
(screaming)
(chewing)
(groaning)
(growling)
(siren blaring)
Over there.
There is where I see her
when I drive into town.
Horrible.
I've never seen anything
like that in my life.
Espantoso.
(alarmed murmuring)
(man)
It looks like the Reyes killings
years ago.
My God, who would do
a thing like this?
Not who, Doc, "what"?
What do you mean
by that?
It's gotta be a shark.
And that's about
the horrible scene
actually unfolding
before you.
Laura Manley, an young
and attractive secretary
from the Durado
cement plant
has been found brutally
m*rder*d near the lake.
The lake was a focal point
of a pollution confrontation
between the locals and
an American conglomerate.
The people are streaming in
from town-- those who loved her.
You sure you're
all right, Pete?
I sh--
I shouldn't have.
Relax.
It was a shock.
We were talking here
last night...
and...we had
an argument.
And I left her here.
Here, take one of these.
It'll relax you.
I-- I don't want
any pill.
(coughing)
Okay, Sam, what the hell
is this about sharks?
I've heard of them
in Amazon waters.
Fresh-water sharks.
Well, it was the work
of radicals,
like I said in my report
on the Reyes k*lling.
Okay, I'll buy
the radical angle.
But why Laura?
I mean, why would they
do that to her?
Maybe to get to us
at the plant.
How the hell do I know?
Well, I will admit
it looked like
some kind of
an animal did it.
Inhuman, otherwise.
All right, get
a close shot of it.
Hey, Pete,
you look terrible.
I'm fine.
Yeah, yeah,
sure you are.
Look, why don't
and me walk back?
The air'll do you
some good.
Sam, the company's
gonna want a complete report
for the insurance papers.
Doc, I want you
to do an autopsy
and try and figure out
the cause of death.
I'll call you as soon
as I get something.
(man)
I'll get the forms ready
as soon as we get back.
Come on, Doc.
(overlapping chatter)
We're gonna have to
put her out of business.
Come on.
Look, Pete,
I know how you feel.
The hell you do.
Nobody knows
how I feel.
Okay, I don't know
how you feel.
But I do know if we don't
get to the bottom
of Laura Manley's death,
we're gonna be out
of a job.
Now, is there anything
at all you can tell me
about what's been
going on down here
all these years?
Everything I know is
in the report I gave you
when you got down here.
It's been pretty quiet
lately.
Now, with Laura...
Maybe there is something
in that damn lake.
Oh, come on, Pete,
don't be ridiculous.
Monsters in the lake?
That's all we need.
Look, isn't it just possible
that all this is aimed
at shutting the plant down?
That's what Sam
keeps harping on--
radicals.
What can you tell me about
this Victor Sanchez character?
Folk hero or radical,
depending on which side
of the pollution line
you're sitting on.
What the hell's that
got to do with Laura?
Pete, if I knew
the answers,
I wouldn't ask
the questions.
Too late.
They're coming back.
Oh, Pete, tell me,
is it true about Laura?
What happened?
Well, I don't know
what you kids heard,
buy...she's dead.
The doc's trying to find out
what k*lled her.
What happened?
Oh, Pete!
We don't know, son.
Oh, I'm sorry, kids.
This is Bill Travis,
from the home office.
Bill, this is
the Anderson kids--
Andrea and Glen.
Andrea, Glen.
Hi.
I can't believe anyone
would want to hurt Laura.
It just doesn't make
any sense.
We were just saying
the same thing, son.
We can't believe it either.
There's talk it was
some kind of an animal.
Maybe a shark.
Shark?
In a lake?
Well, that's what
your father thought?
That, or--
I don't know
about shark,
but there's one thing
for sure.
There's something
in that lake.
Yeah, mostly
dead fish.
What I saw wasn't dead.
I don't know what it was,
but I know it wasn't dead.
When was that, Glen?
Well, last year sometime.
I saw this thing.
It came up
out of the water.
But it was across the lake.
I couldn't get
a good look at it.
But I know I saw it.
Then just yesterday,
there were some big ripples.
Something was swimming
under the water.
Oh, yeah?
What did it look like?
Well, it was like--
like the back of some animal.
Like the back of
a really big elephant.
I don't know what it was,
but I know I saw it.
Glen, how many times
does daddy have to tell you?
You don't believe me,
do you?
Son, it's kind of hard
to believe stories
about sharks and monsters
and elephants in lakes.
Daddy's gonna k*ll him
if he doesn't stop
telling these
monster stories.
Maybe it wasn't a story.
A jar of your American
know-how, mister?
Oh, Mr. Sanchez.
Oh, you know of me?
I am flattered,
senor.
Don't be.
Glad you showed up.
Now I don't have to
go around the countryside
chasing after you.
I also know why
you're here.
There's a few things
I want you to know.
First of all,
I don't want to catch you
disrupting the production
of this plant
or using the people
in this town.
And if I find you
in any way responsible
for the death
of the girl last night...
I'm gonna kick your a*s.
I understand
perfectly, mister.
But there are
a few things
I also know, amigo.
I know who you are,
and why you are here
in my country.
I know what
the rich Americans
have done to our land.
You ruin our waters
and our air with your filth.
You corrupt our people
with your money.
And now, mister,
there is something
I want you to know.
I have gone long
and hard
to rid my country
of foreign vermin.
And I will continue
to do so.
In the end, mister,
we shall see
who kicks who
in the a*s.
(priest)
Black magic has existed
for centuries.
It is my small flock
of innocent believers
that I must protect.
It is up to Mother Church
to watch over
and tend the needs
of these uninformed people
and lead them out
of temptation.
This temptation, Father--
Exactly what are you
referring to?
Sinful ways, my child.
Satan narrows us
down twisted paths
so that he may gain
his evil ends.
He beckons us
with monetary gains
to ruin God's
beautiful skies.
To pollute His
pure waters.
He has planted
an emissary among us--
a black angel
to do his bidding.
To call evil creatures
from the depths.
To k*ll innocent victims.
To mutilate
their physical being,
and to devour their souls.
(indistinct murmuring)
(Clark)
Thank you, Father.
And now,
for another point of view
about the mysterious
happenings
in this usually
peaceful town.
This is Ann Anderson and her
charming daughter Andres.
Ann, you're the wife of
the cement plant supervisor
aren't you?
I--I--
Why, yes, I am.
You knew Laura Manley,
the woman they found
this morning,
quite well, didn't you?
Yes, I did.
She was my husband's
secretary
and a very good friend.
I understand there was
a similar incident
some years back.
Uh, yes.
A man, Jose Reyes,
was m*rder*d in a similar way.
It was horrible.
His wife never recovered
from the shock.
The people here
think she's...odd.
even possessed.
Possessed?
Oh, you know how they are
down here--
easily influenced,
superstitious.
They call her bruja--
the witch.
(Clark)
The witch?
Yes. Some say she can
even conjure up demons.
Oh, it's ridiculous,
but you know how backward
these people are.
Ann, they talk about
the lake.
About it not only
being polluted,
but harboring
evil spirits.
Can you tell me
anything about that?
That's nonsense.
Local superstition.
Oh, there's been gossip
from the locals
about a creature or
a monster of some sort,
but they blame it
on the Reyes woman.
It's pure absurdity.
People have sworn they've
seen all kinds of things
Wait a minute.
But you know
what I think?
I think probably--
And you end there!
You shut that damn thing off
before I break it to bits!
I thought I told you
there was to be no interviews.
Shut it down, Bob.
Senorita, I am ashamed
of you.
You do harm
to your profession.
We have enough problems
in our town
without you stirring up
the people.
I am seriously thinking
of asking you
to leave Chumayo
before you do us
more harm.
And I want that tape.
Who the hell do you
think you are?
(telephone ringing)
(Rita)
Durado Cement,
Mr. Barnes' office.
Mr. Travis from Columbia?
Yes, we'll accept the call.
Mr. Travis?
Well, how are you and
the Columbians getting along?
(Travis)
Oh, just fine.
Great assignment.
Loads of fun and games.
Have you seduced everything
in skirts down there yet?
Well, between killings,
mysterious disappearances,
panic in the streets,
a legendary monster,
and a big-mouth reporter,
I managed to squeeze in
some hand-holding.
I'm sure that when
things level off,
you'll make up
for lost time.
And the legendary monster
who's been eating all the people
will have nothing on you
once you get started.
Now that you got that
out of your system,
let me speak to Barnes.
(intercom buzzer buzzes)
Mr. Barnes,
Mr. Travis calling from
Chumayo, Columbia, collect.
Hey, Bill, what's up
down there?
She what?
Why the hell didn't you
kick her f*ck' a*s
out of Chumayo?
Use your charm.
Get on her good side.
You'll think of something
to do.
Oh, Christ.
All right, I'll--
I'll call her boss
in New York and tell him
she's contracted malaria
or something,
he's gotta get her home
right away.
Hey, I said I'd try.
You what?
You wanna what?
What the f*ck's a "sonar"?
In the lake?
Hey, hey, you're not starting
to believe
that monster crap too,
are you?
Okay, okay, okay.
I'll get Rita to locate one
someplace.
Hey, I think there's one
in the plant in Peru.
Yes, Bill, I'll check it.
And, yes, right away.
Okay, pal, so long.
Jeez.
(buzzer buzzes)
Uh, Rita, I want you
to check in South America
for a sonar unit.
We may have one in our plant
in Miraflores.
Uh, get that f*ck' thing
and whatever goes with it
to Travis as fast
as you can.
(telephone ringing)
Okay?
(Rita)
It's Mr. Strone,
from the network
in New York.
Huh. Hmm.
Phil, I, uh--
Believe it or not, I was just
gonna call you. I--
She did?
I don't give a god damn
what she told you.
I'm gonna tell you
something.
I want her a*s
out of there today.
What do you mean you can't?
Listen,
we pay your network
over $4 million a year
in advertising.
Now, either you get
her a*s out of there,
or we cancel.
Oh, I can't?
Read your f*ck' contract...
as*h*le!
(Travis)
The pollution problem
we'll have solved very soon,
but now this thing
about the superstition,
I don't know what
to do about it.
(Montero)
Ah, senor Travis.
I don't know why
all of this is happening
to our little town
of Chumayo.
Maybe-- maybe it's
punishment from God.
God, I hope not.
Mayor Montero.
Senorita Clark.
Mr. Travis.
Ms. Clark.
I want you to know that
I understand the situation
down here, and
the explosiveness of it.
But it's news.
As a television reporter,
it's my job
to get that story
the public,
and I want that story.
And I want the tape.
Okay, I know how
your company feels.
But I also know
what they tried to pull.
I don't want you
to get the idea
that the media's
giving in,
but I will make
a deal with you.
I get the story,
and you get the tape.
I want an exclusive
on it.
When the mayor feels that
it's perfectly comfortable
to release the story,
I'll release it.
Senorita, I have no idea
how soon
we will find a solution
to our problems.
what do you think,
Senor Travis?
I think Ms. Clark is playing
both ends against the middle.
"Patty," please.
Let's drop
the formalities.
We're in this together,
whether you like it
or not.
Look, Patty,
you've been pushing
on this pollution thing.
And you've been playing around
with local superstitions.
Now, to me, they're both
one in the same thing.
Now, somebody--
maybe it's Sanchez--
is using the superstition angle
to get back at the plant.
Now, I know the pollution
problem is bad,
but we're working on it.
Without this plant
down here producing concrete,
this town would die.
And what about
Laura Manley?
Look, I don't know who
or what k*lled Laura Manley,
but it served Sanchez's
purpose, didn't it?
It terrified the hell
out of the workers,
and it's totally disrupted
production at the plant.
Okay, I'll listen to you,
but you give me the truth.
How about it?
I am thinking it is best
we all work together.
We must put a stop
to all this talk
about demons and creatures
in the lake.
We mustn't let this thing
get out of hand.
Only if I find we cannot
handle the situation
would I call on the government
for help.
Now, look, we don't want
the government in this.
The chemists will solve
the pollution problem.
If we work together,
it's our job
to prove to the people that
there's nothing in the lake.
(humming)
That's the thing Travis
was telling dad about.
It's a combination sonar/radar.
It bounces a sound wave
back to a receiver
from any solid object
in the lake.
Travis did believe me.
Who says so?
They sent for something
that'll prove it, didn't they?
How did you know
where it was?
I heard dad tell Pete
where to set t up.
Boy, are you looking
for trouble.
Aw, come off it, Andrea.
It proves dad didn't
think I was lying.
He just didn't want to believe
I could be right.
But I've got
a better way to prove
there's something
in that lake.
How?
We're gonna use
the new lens
dad just bought,
and get a picture.
We?
You and me.
You're crazy if you think
I'm gonna spend the night
out by the stupid lake
fighting off mosquitoes,
waiting or you to get
a stupid picture
of a stupid monster
that'll probably turn out
to be a stupid log
or something.
And beside, dad would
really blow his top at us.
I'm not going with you.
Just in case I haven't
made myself clear,
watch my lips closely.
I am not going
with you.
Damn, I don't know why I let you
con me into these things.
Quiet!
Because you love me.
Now, shh!
♪♪
(fireworks exploding)
♪♪
Silence. Silence.
(trumpet blowing)
Amigos.
Senors, senoras,
senoritas,
bien bonitos.
Our little town
of Chumayo
can celebrate its birthday
with a smile on its lips,
even if its heart
is heavy.
We'll forget our troubles
on this,
the last night
of our fiesta.
And our feet dance
to the music of our heritage.
So to set a good example
for you all,
I would like to start
the music
by asking my daughter,
Juanita,
to dance with me.
♪♪
(crickets chirping)
(water sloshing)
(Glen)
Come on, come on.
I know you're
out there somewhere.
(Andrea)
And I know we're stupid.
We should be back
at the plaza
having fun at the dance.
Shh!
♪♪
This is great.
I feel like a kid.
You look like a kid.
Thanks.
Look, I don't mean it
that way.
All I mean is when
your face is flushed,
you look like a kid.
(dog barking)
♪♪
♪♪
(dog barking)
♪♪
I have to go.
But it's so early.
I know, but I'm supposed
to take over
that radar gig about now.
I'll go with you.
It won't be as much fun
as the fiesta.
The fiesta wouldn't be
any fun without you.
(Andrea)
Hey, I've had it.
This is stupid.
There's nothing out there.
Shh!
Did you hear that?
I can't hear anything
with these stupid mosquitoes
buzzing in my ear.
Shh!
I know I heard something.
It sounded like splashing.
Come on, Glen,
let's go back.
(man, singing drunkenly)
♪ La la la la la la la la ♪
(speaking Spanish)
Where are the stupid fish?
Maybe all at the bottom
of the stinking lake, eh?
Well, if the fish are
at the bottom,
what are we doing
up here?
It's better to fish up here,
where it is dry, eh, hermano?
Say who'd a--
Say woulda--
Mi hermano,
we stay dry,
and the fishes wet!
(drunken laughter)
(speaking Spanish)
(Andrea)
Want a picture of two
drunken fishermen?
Told you it was stupid.
Hell.
(machine beeping)
Could be a boat
on the lake.
How romantic.
To lovers on the lake
on a warm night.
(machine beeping)
Glen...
Glen, there's
something out there.
There's something
in the trees.
Probably a goat
or something.
(creature growls)
Aah!
♪♪
(Andrea)
Run, Glen!
Come on!
Glen, come on!
(both speaking Spanish)
Salud!
Salud!
To you, hermano,
the monster of the lake.
(speaks Spanish)
I don't believe in it.
But I'll drink
to it anyway.
(laughs)
Why you do that?
Why you do that?
What'd you do that for?
It was empty, hermano.
(both laughing)
(machine beeping)
That was a good bottle,
amigo.
Yeah, hermano.
Yeah.
(creature roaring)
Aah!
(beeping)
(screaming)
(screaming)
(machine beeping)
(man speaking Spanish on radio)
♪♪
Mmm, what a nice way
to start the day.
What a nice person
to start the day with.
(radio banter in Spanish
continues)
Oh, my God,
is that an eye?
I don't know.
If it's not an eye,
it could be a tooth.
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
I still can't believe it.
It was like
a nightmare.
I still don't know
what I saw.
But I know I saw something.
Well, this oughta prove
we saw it,
even if we don't know
what it was.
I was so spaced out,
I wasn't even focused
half the time.
Turn the lights on.
Wow.
Well, let's tell dad,
Glen.
Let's show dad.
Hold it down, please.
Hold it down.
Two fishermen,
the Dominguez brothers,
have disappeared.
The kids saw 'em
out on the lake last night.
(man)
What?
Glen says he has
something to show us.
The kids were scared
last night
but something down
at the lake.
If anything did show up
on that scope,
there was no one
watching it.
Okay, Pete,
let's see what he's got.
(Glen)
There, you see?
Now, that's a neck.
You can see the scales.
See it?
On one, Andrea slipped,
and I had to help her up,
so I guess I got nothing
but trees.
You can't see it too good,
but that's an eye.
On the other ones, I just got
trees or sky or nothing.
But it was tough
to stop and focus
when some huge thing is
breathing down your back.
I don't know
what the hell it is.
Just maybe it's our k*ller.
Glen's told me
for a long time
that he's seen something
strange in that lake.
I didn't want
to believe him
because I was afraid
of what stories like that
would do to disrupt
our output.
You kids took
a big chance last night
getting those pictures,
and we're all proud of you.
Now, there's something
in the lake,
and I don't know what
to do about it.
Mayor, maybe you better
call in the government.
No. No, senor.
I have no wish to bring
politicians in on this.
I have, for many years,
tried to keep our town free
from any controls that might
be imposed on us.
I fear that we will have
the army down on us
if this story gets out.
I can't keep a story
like this under wraps.
This is a reporter's dream.
It's a small town,
superstitions,
a k*ller monster.
This is international news.
and besides, I've got
most f it on tape.
Look, we made a deal.
I want the exclusive,
and I think
we should keep
the government out of it.
Hey, Pete,
couldn't we trap it
or sh**t it
or blow it up?
Whatever that thing is,
it lives in the lake.
We could rig up
some depth charges
and blow it to bits.
Oh, come on, now, where
we gonna get that stuff,
and who's gonna rig it?
Me.
I've had some experience
with expl*sives.
I think we can find
enough stuff in the plant
to...do the job right.
Well, let's do it.
This is gonna be
a great story.
Say, how old it
this stuff?
Probably been here
since the plant was built.
Boy, it's volatile.
Volatile?
Yeah, it's sweating
like all--
How long have you
had that?
We're gonna have to do this
some other way.
Now, I found caps,
I found waterproof wiring,
and some detonators.
We ought to be able to dream up
some kind of contraption.
Yeah, keep dreaming, but
don't make it permanent.
(mob chattering)
How many times I have told you
she is a witch?
She make this terrible thing
with the Dominguez brothers.
She calls the beast up
from the lake-- k*ll them!
(speaking Spanish)
(mob chattering)
I'm not a witch!
I'm not a witch!
(priest)
I command you...
in the name
of holy church...
stand where you are.
what you are planning is
a mortal sin
for which no one can
give you absolution.
I, and only I,
can expunge Satan
from this woman.
He has taken possession
of her soul,
and must be driven
from her body.
Let us pray together
for this woman's soul.
(praying in Latin)
♪♪
Juanita's gonna drop down
through this mountain pass
and make an east-to-west run
over the lake, towing the bait.
Now, in that half-mile run,
hopefully, this thing,
whatever it is,
will take the bait.
Now, Pete's gonna have to figure
out how high we're gonna be
to escape the expl*si*n
when we set it off.
Mm-hmm.
The one thing with you is
we have no place for you
or your cameraman
in the helicopter,
so you're gonna have to
find a place
somewhere on the shore,
where you can cover
this thing and tape it.
Okay.
(screams, cries)
I'm not possessed.
I am no witch.
I am not the bruja!
There is no Diablo
to drive out my body.
I have nothing to do
with Dominguez or the others.
I know what I see.
It is true, I tell you.
I can see this monster.
It's true, it's true,
it's true!
I can see the monster.
I am no witch.
I saw it, it's true.
It's true!
It's true!
(exclaims in Spanish)
Enough!
I have heard
all this before.
The priest has failed.
She is possessed!
(crying out)
(man speaking Spanish)
Father, forgive them.
(screaming)
(straining)
(woman screaming)
(shouts indistinctly)
(all shouting)
Aah!
(expl*si*n)
That Sanchez did
one hell of a job on us.
It'll take a week of repairs
to get this place
back into full operation.
Sanchez did a hell of a job
on himself.
There wasn't enough left
to bury.
what about the dynamite?
I'm ready as soon
as I get the bait.
I don't like trying
to keep that stuff cool.
I want to move tomorrow.
Look, you'll have the bait
this afternoon.
but I can't guarantee
the helicopter.
what do you mean?
Look, the doc called
Bogata,
and they can't
take her there.
They're gonna take her to
Panama, to the burn center.
She might have a chance.
(helicopter idling)
These ought to get us
a helicopter.
Mayday, 940,
don in wooded area.
Grid map, six-apple.
Coordinates 1-4
and 9-2.
Can affect landing
in open space,
those coordinates.
Repeat, can affect landing
open space, those coordinates.
Will indicate wind direction.
Repeat, will indicate
wind direction.
It's a good thing you
want to fly the chopper, huh?
(speaks Spanish)
Si.
And I know what we're doing
is a dirty trick,
but it'll get us
a chopper.
Si, senorita.
(speaking Spanish)
Well, we are not far off
the regular patrol run.
Big line up there,
they had to bring the goat.
I feel like a movie star.
Pete, you're doing
just fine.
We're the ones
who are nervous.
(sighs)
Well, I've checked
and double checked it
every which way.
It should work.
It better.
Senors, in the air.
Get your hands
in the air.
I arrest you for trespassing
on this property.
Come on, follow me.
Come on, move.
This side.
Come on.
(speaking Spanish)
(engines powering up)
(speaking Spanish)
He'll call us if he sees
anything in the lake.
Good.
Remember,
don't turn the switch.
it takes the bait
until the cable's taut,
or you'll blow us
right out of the air.
Don't worry, I'll be careful.
How long you think
we have this helicopter?
I had them radio in
the day,
spend the night
in an open field
working on a minor
motor problem.
We have to let them loose
this afternoon,
then I have to face
the consequences.
Look, don't worry
about a thing.
The plant will cover you.
Besides, who'd believe
this story anyway?
I hope you're right.
I hope we're all right.
Well, let's get the show
on the road.
(engine powering up)
(excited chatter)
(speaking Spanish)
Not to get too close.
Just find a place.
We will wait for them.
Gracias.
(machine humming)
(beeping)
(speaking Spanish)
I hope to hell it floats.
(Travis)
Told you those air pillows
would do the trick.
So far so good.
Let's start fishing.
Hold on.
(beeping)
Maybe it doesn't like lamb.
(beeping)
I read you.
We have contact
with something in the lake.
(roaring)
(alarmed shouts)
(roaring)
Christ, I don't believe it!
(roaring)
God, the witness, You see,
deliver us from this serpent
of hell in our lake,
Look at it.
It's as big as a whale.
(roaring)
(man)
What happened?
Take this thing down.
I'm going for a swim.
♪♪
(growling)
(growling)
(roaring)
(roaring)
Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah!
(roaring)
You're doing fine.
Just remember to get
the cable tight...
so it still makes contact.
Hyah!
Not yet.
(roaring)
(roaring)
(roaring)
This is it.
(roaring)
(roaring)
(cheers and applause)
(speaking Spanish)
Amen.
(all)
Amen.
What you have
just witnessed
is not a movie of the week,
it is not fiction.
If I hadn't seen it myself,
I would not have believed it.
It is stranger than fiction,
which the truth always is.
It is something we will never
be able to forget.
Son, I'm proud of you.
You did a great job.
(cheers and applause)
(all cheering)
Chakai.
Here, Chakai.
♪♪
Chakai.
Chakai?
Chakai.
(Andrea)
Chakai
(whimpering)
Here, boy.
Here, Chakai.
Chakai,
where are you?
(whines)
(Chakai whimpering)
(creature chattering)
(eggs hatching)
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