Black Goat (2026)

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[eerie music]

[birds chirping]

I think we're on the right path now.

You should have let me navigate.

Hey, we're on the right

path now aren't we!

We'll see.

You're hiking with a Boy Scout.

You're in safe hands.

You weren't in the scouts.

Sure I was!

[mellow music]

[mellow music continues]

So, where are we?

You've got us lost, you idiot!

No, no, we're not lost.

Just admit it.

[sighs]

[river sounds]

James!

Okay, I admit, I think we're lost.

Look at this.

[river sounds continue]

You know what this means?

What?

It means we're not lost after all.

This pond has got to be on this map.

We know where we are. We've

got a landmark to work with.

So?

That's weird.

What is?

This pond's not on this map.

What?

Oh...

You're right, it's not on here.

Weird.

Did you buy the most recent map?

Yes, exactly as we agreed.

It's got last year's date on it.

So it's recent.

Not the first to find it though.

Come on, let's find somewhere to set up.

[dark music]

Yours looks burnt!

I'm going for the more well done vibe.

Looks like the charcoal vibe to me.

Look, it's fine.

It's just how I like it.

Great.

Did I tell you I used to be a chef?

No, you didn't.

You can't cook for sh*t.

Wow. That hurts.

When did you used to be a chef?

Give me the punch line.

For your information

I was a chef at Big Daddy's

Burger and Fry House.

Thank you.

What happened?

I... I was fired.

Did you burn the place down?

Oh, my gosh, you did.

You burnt the place down!

It was a small fire.

It didn't burn down...

It wasn't a big deal.

Oh, Okay.

Did you hear that?

There!

Surely you heard that?

I didn't hear anything.

I'm serious.

Listen...

What was that?

See, I told you.

There's someone out there.

Where are you going?

Just have a quick look.

Sounds weird.

[intense music]

[screams]

[dark music]

What time is it?

It's early.

Go back to sleep.

Good morning and welcome

to Blackwood Radio.

Where we keep the shadows

at bay and the music at play

with me, Gerard Thompson.

And here to kick start your day

one of my favorite tracks

right now, it's Ghost Town.

[shower sounds]

[mellow music]

Good morning.

Is it?

Well...

I've had worse starts to a day Dennis

Is everything all right?

You seen the local papers this morning?

Yeah, I have.

More dead livestock.

What do you make of this

Black Tar Disease anyway?

If I'm honest

the community has blown

it way out of proportion.

I had several locals call

me last night about this.

Out of hours.

Saying what?

Saying we should check

out Blackwood Pond.

That far out.

Yeah.

Exactly what I thought

They were saying,

Something about the stream,

it runs through the pond.

The pond could be contaminated or stagnant.

Obviously, they're saying that the

stream irrigates a lot of their farmland.

I don't know.

Could just be a big waste of our time.

One thing's for sure, though.

We're gonna have to do

some field work on this.

Yeah, sure.

What have you got on?

Besides finishing my

pesticide report for Grayson's,

and a couple of small fly-tipping orders,

it's a pretty quiet week.

So you've got nothing on basically,

so you could do it straight away?

Yeah, we can head out to the

lab and grab some sample kits.

Head out when you like.

As much as I'd like to go

out and do this with you.

Someone like you needs to go out so I can

deal with some of the

more important stuff.

There's going to be more

telephone calls, gonna

be more complaints.

If you're telling me you

can't do it on your own,

then just take the apprentice.

You know how important this is don't you?

Sooner we get the samples,

sooner we can put all this sh*t to bed.

Don't worry.

I'll have the samples back

by the end of the day.

I'll check in when I'm back.

Make sure you do.

[folk music]

My name's Ben.

I'm the...

The Wildlife Forestry Commission.

I'm just out here taking a few samples.

The dead livestock?

Sorry... Am I...

Am I intruding?

No, No, No...

Are you local to Blackwood?

Yes.

I've not come across any signposts so...

I wasn't sure if any of this

land was private or not.

It's not private.

It's owned by itself.

The land?

Yeah.

Is there any chance

you could point me in the

direction back to the main path?

I'm trying to find Blackwood Pond.

What do you want with Blackwood pond?

I'm just after a few water samples.

And, I can't actually find it. So...

It's a beautiful landmark, isn't it?

Well, I can't actually find it. So...

Things aren't always the way that

they seem they are, are they?

Suppose not. No.

So, if you can just

point me back

in the direction of the

main path, I'll be gone.

No.

The main path's over there.

And what about the pond?

Excuse me.

What about the pond?

What a f*cking loon.

Couldn't be summertime.

Oh sh*t!

[dark sound]

[eerie music]

Hello?

Hello.

f*ck this.

[ominous music]

[dark music]

So what you looking for?

Blackwood Pond.

It's that one.

You'd think so wouldn't you.

It's on here, yeah?

The old map.

Nothing.

Fairly recent.

No pond.

In the middle.

Different position.

It's not even on this one.

So it explains why I got lost yesterday.

Yeah.

Have you tried any online maps?

I don't get how they

can all be so different.

Conspiracy theory...

I bet it's just that the

old ones

are hand drawn.

So they're not going to be very accurate.

Are they?

And it's not exactly a

national landmark, is it? So...

No...

It's weird though, isn't it?

You'd still expect to

see it on an online map.

I mean, how big is it?

It's probably just covered in trees.

Well, yeah, it's not huge,

But you'd still

expect to see it.

Maybe they just filled it in.

If you want to find it that bad...

I think we know who you're

gonna have to speak to.

Who?

Mike.

When was the last time you spoke?

Never really up to much is he.

And he does know the place pretty well.

Yeah.

Yeah I know it. It's a

b*tch of a walk though, Ben.

Yeah.

I, erm...

I headed down yesterday.

Couldn't find the pond and

then just got lost for hours.

Yeah.

Could you...

Could you pass me the wrench please Dude?

Like today.

There you go.

What the f*ck is this?

I didn't ask for this.

They all look the same.

The same?

You're trying to tell me you can't

tell the difference between a wrench

and a spanner?

Yeah, alright.

My bad.

How do you ever get anything fixed?

I don't.

I just pay somebody.

Beer?

No, I've got a coffee, Mike.

Thanks.

It's only 10 a.m..

Look, I don't make a

habit of it, all right?

It's my day off today.

I'm not judging, Mike.

Bullshit!

Okay.

So, when do you want to head out there?

Out where?

The pond, dummy.

Ideally, the sooner the better.

I really need to head back

out and get these samples.

Well, there's no way I can do it today.

I need to get my baby fixed.

How does tomorrow sound?

I can do tomorrow.

Not too early though.

I want to get a lie-in, in the morning.

It's my day off tomorrow.

How many days off do you get?

Let's just say I'm in...

In between jobs at the moment.

You got fired again?

Yeah.

f*cking b*stards.

Just because I was a couple of

minutes late a couple of times.

Okay.

Half an hour late every day.

But so what?

I'll swing by at ten tomorrow then?

How about that?

Eleven?

Come on, Mike...

Let's get back before it gets dark.

Lets say ten-thirty?

Gives us a bit more time.

Yeah. Okay.

Ten-thirty.

See you then.

Oh, say hi to Chloe for me.

Will do.

[soft music]

The Goatman Cometh. Myths

and legends of black wood falls.

Is it possible to check

this book out please?

You can't check this out.

It's reference only.

You're joking.

Is there nothing you can do?

It's really important I get this book.

You can read it in here, but it

cannot be removed from the building.

It is very rare and very expensive.

Sorry, I'm not sure if you're aware

The book is actually quite damaged.

There seems to

be a lot of pages torn out.

It's hardly surprising is it. Nobody

has any respect for books anymore.

Nobody has any respect

for anything anymore.

Apparently.

Sorry.

If I can't take the book out,

is it possible I can just

photocopy a few pages?

Sure.

You can try.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

I think your photocopy is broken.

Well, it worked fine earlier.

I'll try again.

Do you have any idea?

Nothing's scanning.

I'll recycle these for you.

Make sure to put the book

back where you found it.

Hello.

Blackwood library.

Hold on, let me just check.

What name is it, please?

Cooper, let me just have a look for you.

I can't see anything here.

When did you order it?

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[pulsing music continues]

[dark music]

You're late.

For once...

And I'm on time.

Let's just hope it stays dry for us.

Should be okay.

You got that book?

Cool illustrations.

The holy grail.

Yeah.

Maybe.

The stream that irrigates

the land goes through there.

So it could be contaminated and stagnant.

I should say so.

I mean, according to this,

it's probably full of dead kids.

Dark.

Well, I mean, there's some

truth to that, you know.

Like, remember those stories that dad

used to tell us when we were younger

about those kids that went up to

the pond and drowned back in the 50s?

Unfortunately, yeah.

The pond water itself is crystal clear.

So much so, you feel like you can just

jump straight into it.

But the pond floor? Now that's sucking mud.

As soon as you set your feet

in it pulls you straight down.

The more you struggle against it...

The harder it pulls you.

Until you're just underneath the surface.

By that point, it's too late.

You drown.

Literally drown, an inch under the surface.

That's horrible.

I can't even imagine what that'd be like.

Big time.

Real weird place.

[deep tone]

Jesus Christ.

There's some weird a*s sh*t in here.

Talking about UFO sightings...

Weird lights in the sky and woods.

Ah, here we go.

Apparently, local experts

believe that this whole area

was once home to a cult,

who practiced worship,

And, oh, nice human sacrifice.

Devil worshipers?

Well, something like that, but not quite.

The experts believe that they

worshiped some demonic entity

of bestial nature.

Some kind of Goatman.

Apparently, the experts believe that the

Goatman was of extraterrestrial origin.

Jesus!

Boo boo boo boo boo boo...

f*cking hell!

Jesus, where do they come

up with these experts?

I mean, more like local f*cking

lunatics, if you ask me.

This sh*t actually gave you nightmares.

Seriously?

What are you, like, five years old?

f*ck you.

I've not had a dream like that before.

What dream?

What? So you can take the piss?

No. Come on. Seriously. Tell me.

f*ck off.

Tell your big brother?

So that Goatman.

So I dreamt about him.

And he lifted me up into the air.

Smashed me into the ground.

And there was a pond.

And like a hole in the ground.

Almost like pulling in.

There's nothing weird

about that, mate. Okay.

I mean, you read a bullshit story about

demonic entities from outer space

and strange lights in the sky, and

then you had a dream about it.

Freaked you out, that's all.

I do that kind of stuff all the time.

I mean, to be fair, yes.

Usually when I fall asleep, I'm

reading things like Playboy, but

that's besides the point.

This was different, man.

It was just so intense and vivid.

Feeling all of the...

Panic and pain.

Ah!

Now we're talking. Something

actually based on real events.

Why? What's that?

Apparently, back in 1954,

a local nutter came and

m*rder*d a whole bunch of people.

Campers. Right here in the woods.

The bodies were found mutilated.

Eyes were gouged out.

Weird runes carved into their foreheads.

What? Here at Blackwood?

Yeah.

Gruesome sh*t.

Oh, no.

Here's where it gets f*cking stupid again.

Those experts I was talking about.

Well, they apparently believe

that the nutter was forced

to commit these crimes by

you guessed it...

The Black Goat of the Woods.

Jesus Christ!

So you don't believe it?

No. No way.

Not even some small truth though?

It's got to start from

something hasn't it?

Well, yeah, I suppose so, but...

Look, if you're gonna believe sh*t like

this, you might as well also believe

that Jesus Christ was

the literal son of God.

He turned water into wine and

randomly came back from the dead.

Yeah, and a lot of

people believe that Mike.

Yeah.

Idiots, Ben.

Idiots believe that.

Well, now its your time to shine, Mike.

We will take the left path.

Pretty sure that's the right one.

Said with such confidence.

Are you sure you know where you're going?

Listen, like I told you,

I'm part bloodhound.

Do you hear that?

No. What?

Watch out.

Dirty perv!

She smiled at me.

I think she likes me.

I think she's smiling to say hello.

Shut up.

The old magic's still there.

My brother's an idiot.

I said shut up!

You taking a sh*t this time or what?

It's another rabbit.

Hey, rabbit stew for later, then eh?

With homemade crusty bread and butter.

Oh yeah.

No other way to have it mate.

You okay mate?

What is that?

Papers are calling it

the Black Tar Disease.

Still waiting back on the

results from the lab, so...

So, do you think that's

what k*lled it then, or what?

No idea.

[dark music]

[singing]

[radio frequency change]

[singing continues]

[screams]

[dark music continues]

Hey?

No, mate.

Oh, come on. It's not

10 o' clock now y'know.

Come on! You're trying to

tell me that after a long hike

there isn't anything more refreshing

than a nice cold beer.

Yeah, f*ck it.

There you go, mate.

Nice one.

You're a real piece of sh*t, Mike!

Yeah, but you can't tell me

that's not more refreshing

than water though, right?

Yeah.

That's good.

Do we have any idea

where we are?

Yeah, pretty much.

I think.

You think?

Listen, I'm telling you, all we need to

do is go another ten minutes or so.

That way.

You do you realize that's the

third time you've said that Mike?

Shut up!

Can you hear that?

Hear what?

Come on.

Behold!

Smug b*stard!

You actually found it.

Of course.

Hey, and a little bit further down

there's that old rickety wooden

bridge. Remember that?

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

All we need to do now

is follow this stream.

A couple minutes...

We'll be at the pond.

Just in through here now.

So much for it staying dry for us eh?

What do you think?

Private land?

Nah. Probably fenced it

off after all the drownings.

Let's take a look.

Yes.

Come on.

Age before beauty.

Cheeky twat!

Go on, you're so young, you

can make your own way through.

I'm sorry.

Oh, go on then.

You good?

Yeah.

Thank you.

We actually found it.

Course we did. I'm part bloodhound.

Come on.

[pensive music]

This is f*cking creepy, Mike.

Yeah.

Definitely has its own

strange little vibe, doesn't it?

No.

This is identical.

To my dream.

It's f*cking identical.

Look, it's just memories locked

away in your subconscious, mate.

I mean...

It's exactly the same.

You're making a bigger deal out

of this than it needs to be. Look...

It's just a pond, bro.

Okay?

Maybe.

This feels weird, man.

This feels weird.

Several ghost stories are attached

to this local landmark.

Oooh!

Mrs Angela Hayworth,

forty-eight, was found in a

severely decomposed state

at the southerly end of Blackwood Pond.

Her body was beside the waterfall.

It is reported that Mrs. Hayworth

was walking from Scarcliffe,

to her home at Blackwood

Falls Village, through the woods.

She never made it back home and

was registered as a missing person

for several months,

until several teenagers

discovered her body.

The coroner's report gruesomely detailed

that when the police lifted the body

from its resting place, her remains

literally crumbled in their

hands due to the decomposition

of her body.

The cause of death

remains unknown, and is yet

another unusual and gruesome mystery

connected to Blackwood Falls.

Fascinating.

Hey, Ben.

You better grab your water

samples and we'll make a move.

Sun's starting to go down.

Hey, Ben. Do you hear me?

Yeah, yeah.

[eerie music]

Everything okay, right?

The water's not polluted or anything?

No.

Yeah, it's fine.

Well, then what's wrong?

It's over there.

It was in my dream as well.

What was?

That...

Hole in the earth.

I saw the Black Goat

there, and then you...

I followed you into the hole.

Let's go take a look.

Around here?

Yeah, just here.

Nothing here. Bro.

Hey!

Look, we've got the water samples.

Let's just get back before it gets dark.

Good call.

[river sounds]

Worst case scenario we'll

just have to camp out here.

f*ck off!

Do you see us with

sleeping bags and tents?

Look, as soon as we make

our way back to the main trail

it's all plain sailing from there.

Well yeah, and we can't

find the main f*cking trail.

Look for once

just f*cking take something seriously?

Stop bitching, will you?

Look, I don't wanna spend

the night out here

any more than you do.

Shut up, for crying out loud.

You laugh it up fuzzball!

Let's just get f*cking home.

Agreed.

You don't have another one, do you, Mike?

Sorry, man.

Last one.

You finish it?

Sure?

Yeah.

Thanks.

You conscientious bugger.

Do you hear that?

What the f*ck is that?

Sounds like a voice.

And the torn bodies

shall bleed into the sacred soil.

Into the bowels of the earth.

Unlocking the gateway

to the black realm beyond.

To a world of knowledge and power.

Behold this night.

To enrich those who follow his teachings.

To give power to those

who worship in his name.

We belong to you, my Lord!

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Horned king of the underworld.

Behold this new flesh.

This new blood.

This new sacrifice.

Whose rivers of lifeblood

shall drench our ancient soil.

An offering to our cosmic

father of the twilight.

For those who worship him.

For those who do his bidding.

Dark King of the underworld.

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Horned king of the underworld.

The gathering of thorns.

The gathering of crowns.

And the gathering of horns.

Mike! We've got to do something!

Are you kidding? I ain't

getting f*cking involved!

Mike, they're gonna f*cking k*ll her!

Yeah, and us too

if we do anything.

Look, have you seen how

many of them there are?

We are eternally yours

in this mortal world

and void

beyond.

Oh great Black

Goat of the Woods.

We need to get out of here

and find help.

Hail His Majesty.

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Horned king of the underworld!

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Horned king of the underworld!

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Horned king of the underworld!

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Horned King of the underworld!

Hail, Kuruhnos!

Horned King of the underworld!

Ben, we have got to get out

of here right f*cking now!

Bring me their prying eyes!

f*ck!

Son of a b*tch!

f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck!

[dark music]

We gotta get out of here. Come on!

Ben!

Ben!

Benny!

[animals howling]

Tell me that's you, Benny.

[echoing sounds]

[distant voices]

[piano music]

Benny help!

[piano music continues]

[slow music]

[singing]

Mike?

Mike?

[deep tone]

[growling]

[distant voices]

[distant voices continue]

[intense music]

[ambient music]

Thank you.

[cries]

[mellow music]

[screams]

[soft hi hop music]

[music continues]

[hi hop music fades]

[ominous music]