An American Werewolf in London Page #4

DAVID:

I don't know. Let's see if there's

an inn or something up the road.

JACK:

Beware the moon?

DAVID:

Come on, I'm freezing.

They start up the road into the night.

INT. THE SLAUGHTERED LAMB - NIGHT

It is quiet.

WOMAN:

You can't let them go.

DART PLAYER:

(angry)

Should the world know our business?!

CHESS PLAYER:

It's murder then.

DART PLAYER:

Then murder it is! It's in God's

hands now.

The wax drips from the Pentangle's candles onto the floor.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. A ROAD ON THE MOORS - NIGHT - DAVID AND JACK

walking on the road surrounded by darkness.

DAVID:

That was weird. I guess leaving was

the best idea.

JACK:

I don't know. Now that we're out

here and it's three degrees, I'm not

so sure I wouldn't rather face a

blood-thirsty mob.

DAVID:

Well, not quite a blood-thirsty mob.

They keep walking.

JACK:

What do you think was wrong?

DAVID:

I have no idea.

JACK:

Maybe that pentangle was for something

supernatural.

DAVID:

I see and they were too embarrassed

to talk about it, because they felt

so silly.

There is a flash of lightning that sends a ghostly

illuminating sheet of light over the boys' faces. The clap

of thunder follows loud and rumbling.

DAVID:

Please don't rain.

Downpour. The boys are walking in a deluge.

DAVID:

Of course.

They walk getting soaked.

JACK:

Say, David...

DAVID:

I'm well aware of how pleasant the

weather is in Rome at the present

time thank you.

Jack spreads his arms and sings.

JACK:

Santa Lucia... Santa Lucia.

INT. THE SLAUGHTERED LAMB - NIGHT

The rain is loud on the roof and beating on the windows.

The gathered continue to drink, play chess and darts, but

all are silent and contemplative.

WOMAN:

Perhaps they'll be safe in the rain.

The Chess Player slams his hand on the table. Shouts:

CHESS PLAYER:

No one brought them here! No one

wanted them here!

WOMAN:

You could have told them!

DART PLAYER:

Are you daft? What do you think they'd

say? They'd think us mad.

WOMAN:

Listen!

The rain is subsiding. There is a very faint howl.

WOMAN:

Did you hear it? We must go to them.

DART PLAYER:

I heard nothing.

CHESS PLAYER:

Nor I.

The camera lingers as the Chess Player's hard face shows the

man's struggle. Another howl. The Chess Player turns suddenly.

EXT. ROADSIDE ON THE MOORS - NIGHT

David and Jack are now completely out of sight from East

Proctor surrounded by darkness and wet. There is a light

drizzle. They are standing, listening. The drizzle stops.

JACK:

Did you hear that?

DAVID:

I heard that.

JACK:

What was it?

David begins to walk, Jack with him.

DAVID:

Could be a lot of things.

JACK:

Yeah?

DAVID:

A coyote.

JACK:

There aren't any coyotes in England.

DAVID:

The Hound of the Baskervilles.

JACK:

Pecos Bill.

DAVID:

Heathcliffe.

JACK:

Heathcliffe didn't howl.

DAVID:

No, but he was on the moors.

JACK:

It's a full moon, 'beware the moon'.

Another howl, this one long and loud. It is a very inhuman

noise, terrifying, and closer this time.

JACK:

I vote we go back to The Slaughtered

Lamb.

DAVID:

Yeah.

They are both visibly worried and walk briskly back from

where they just came. Although after a bit of fast walking

they are getting nowhere. They stop out of breath.

DAVID:

We're lost.

Another bloodcurdling howl.

JACK:

Sh*t! David, what is that?

DAVID:

I don't know. Come on.

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