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Snitter: Have you ever thought, Rowf... that we won't need food when we're dead? Or
names for that matter... I wonder who the buzzards will like best... You, or me... I hope you
make sure we're properly dead before you start, old rip-beak!
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Rowf: [half-conscious] Can't do it. I'll fight! I'll tear them white-coats... damn white-coats...
Snitter: It's not the white-coats, Rowf. It's me - Snitter. Listen - the door's not a wall
anymore.
Rowf: I can't stand the water anymore. When I shut my eyes, the water comes back.
Snitter: How do you get out? Do you drink it? Or does the sun dry it out? Or what?
Snitter: The wire's loose here, along the bottom. If I put my nose under it, I might be able to
get through...
Rowf: Something's been burnt in there. It's a death place. Bones, hair...
[sniffing]
Snitter: They've taken everything away! The houses and roads, cars, pavement, the lot!
How did they do it, Rowf?
Rowf: The white-coats must have changed it so they could do something or other to
animals.
Snitter: Masters are different, Rowf! You'll see what I mean when we've found one.
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The Tod: Where'd ye get that crack on the head, bonny lad?
Snitter: The world was black and white... and then the truck came, and lightning shot down
my head.
The Tod: No? Why, hinny, ye've got no chance at all. I've bin watchin' ye the last two days,
ye'll not last hollerin' yer heads off, racin' about the fell.
The Tod: Just a proposition, bonny lads. If ye'll hunt with me, I'll keep ye right, and ye'll
have yer meath, we'll run through the night and follow me feet...
Snitter: He'll show us how to live out here if we let him share what we kill.
The Tod: Aye, laddie, that's it. Why, ye'll have no bother with me, I'm a delicate eater. I
don't aught but pick at me meat.
Rowf: He'll cheat us and run away when it suits him. Bloody thief, that's what he is.
Rowf: If you're still here when it's light, we'll decide what to do then.
The Tod: Ah, now yer talkin' sense. Keep a tight hold of yer mate, and a good look over ye.
The Tod: I'm the Tod. Tod, ye know? Canniest Tod on Moss an' Moor.
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Snitter: It's just a hole. It's not that strange, not really. Holes.
The Tod: The farmers are down in the valley, headin' this way, dogs all over the place. An'
they've got guns!
Snitter: We've got to go, Rowf, the Tod's right. We're wild animals now.
The Tod: Are we goin' now, or do I go meself? And you'd best be sharp!
Rowf: Maybe what they're doing to us is right. I'm a good dog, Snitter!
The Tod: Ye're no dog at all, now. Ye're a sheep killer. They'll blast ye're arse out, hinny,
no trouble! I tell you, we'd best be off or you'll both be dead or dying inside 'alf an hour!
Rowf: I've been searching for the past two days! What happened to you?
Snitter: Didn't you hear it? I mean, when the air all blew to pieces? I know it's my fault, but
I didn't do it on purpose!
Snitter: We're dead, you and I. I've killed us both. I've destroyed everything.
Snitter: I... was coming back, and all the grass and stones in my head were very loud. It felt
of humming, like a strong wind. And I was on a road, like last time. He called me and
smiled, and I went to him... and everything smashed to pieces. I smashed it like I did the
other time! It all comes from me, Rowf! Out of my head... I killed that man like I killed my
master! That's why we're here now, like this. We'll be punished, Rowf...
Rowf: They can't do anything worse than they've done already...
Snitter: Everything bad comes out of my head! Don't you see? Perhaps dying... even...
dying doesn't stop it.
Rowf: I don't understand what you're saying. As for dying, I'll fight before I'm killed!
Snitter: They'll shoot you, Rowf, when they come with guns. The noise breaks the world to
bits!
Snitter: I'm inside my head now. And it's where I should be.
The Tod: Come on out, ya great fool! Sharp with ye, now, before we're all caught!
The Tod: Do ye know why we're still alive, with hundreds, maybe thousands of men that'd
be glad ta kill us?
Snitter: They wouldn't dare. I've only got to drown, or jump under a truck, and the sky will
fall down and all the men will die. Have you ever thought of that, Rowf? That puts us one
upon them!
The Tod: That's the sea. Have ye never seen it before? Salt and the weeds. It's all water
there.
Snitter: If only I could have stayed inside my head this morning. I might have been able to
decide how to get there. How to reach it...
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[about the Tod]
Snitter: He can't help what he is. Anyway, I admire him. He's... natural.
[seeing a helicopter]
Snitter: The flies are out of my head... look... they've grown huge!
Rowf: We've never been very good at being wild, have we?
Snitter: Look out there! It's our island. Don't you see it? That's where we have to go. We
can be free.
Dr. Robert Boycott: [on phone] Boycott, here. The Under-Secretary? Yes, of course I'll
speak to him. Good afternoon, sir. It has been inconvenient, I've taken steps to ensure it
doesn't happen again.
[pause]
Dr. Robert Boycott: Suspend work completely, sir? Couldnt' we... no of course not. I
understand completely.
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[last lines]
Snitter: I can't swim anymore, Rowf...
Rowf: There is. There. Can't you see it? Our island...
Don: [Rowf and Snitter chase some sheep, hoping the shepherd will adopt them. The
sheepdogs confront them] What the hell thee art playin' at? Art thou stark bloody mad, or
what?
Don: Just need a master? Of all the... Art thou out of thy minds? chasing yows up and down
fell, snapping and biting? Where's thy farm at? Where's thy master? Thou's bit yon yow,
too, thou bastard! It's bleeding!
Don: Don't own it? Then I'd like to know who bloody does! Hey, Wag! It says we don't
own this here fell!
Don: Gatherin', you daft sod! Seeking wooled sheep, of course! And then thee comes down
like bloody bulls and spoil half an hour's good work!
Wag: Ah, they be tourists! Thee, with yon patch on the head. Where's thy master at?
Williamson: [Don and Wag's master appears] Don! Come-by here! Yer Wag! Come-by
here!
Rowf: We'd better get out of here.
Snitter: They belonged where they were. You could smell it. No Whitecoat does anything
to them. But what are *we* going to do, Rowf?
The Tod: Have ye got no brains in yer head, yer great nit? As soon as me back's turned and
you're bloody up and... could you not wait 'til I tell ya, ya great stupid...
The Tod: What did he do? Kill out in the open, right on the shepherd's trod, clottin' the
place up with blood? Do ye think 'e's blind? You're for it, hinny. Your arse will be inside
out by mornin'. I'm not bidin' with you lot! Me, I'm goin'!
The Tod: Oh, I'm just going to bark at the farmer's door! Maybe he'll let me shove me head
up his gun! Save a lot o' bother, that will!
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The Tod: Us tods, we're used to runnin', 'til the dark comes, anyway.
The Tod: That's the place where you stop runnin' for good.