Howling IV: The Original Nightmare Page #4

-No reason.

Just curious.

Doesn't it seem like quite a coincidence?

I mean, Sister Ruth arrives at about the same time

the couple leaves?

-I'm going to run into town.

We're low on supplies.

-Oh, you want me to come with you?

-No, no.

It's a one-man job.

-OK.

Bye.

-I might stop in the bar and grab a drink.

-OK.

[WOOD CRUNCHING]

[WOOD CRUNCHING]

[GROWLING]

[GROWLING]

[SCREAMING]

-I shot at a wolf, Ri-- Richard.

It was outside.

-Give me the gun.

I'm going to go look.

Give me the gun.

Stay here, OK?

Damn.

Son of a b*tch.

-Did you see anything?

Janice, it's all coming apart.

I can't even believe what I see anymore.

-I believe you.

I checked back into the history of Drago.

The bell in that tower came from a village

called Draga, a village in Romania.

Do you know why all the villagers

died in that fire, the fire that burned down the bell tower?

People in a nearby community burned them alive.

They believed one of the villagers from Drago

was a werewolf.

-A werewolf, Janice?

Oh, come on.

-It sounds crazy, but that's what they believed.

You know, the church still accepts

the existence of the devil.

And werewolves, which are another form of the devil,

have been recorded for centuries.

-Janice, I shot a wolf, OK?

Or something that looked like a wolf.

It wasn't some devil.

-But Marie-- but if there had been some form of werewolf,

and if Sister Ruth saw--

-OK, just stop it, all right?

Just stop it right there.

Whatever caused Sister Ruth to lose it was real, all right?

Don't you get it?

It wasn't some mythical, mystical devil incarnate.

Janice, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.

I just-- I don't know anything anymore.

-More questions about Sister Ruth?

-No.

No, it's about me.

I haven't been able to sleep very much,

and I thought maybe you could refill my Valium prescription.

-That should be easy to fix.

-Doctor, I shot at a wolf last night.

[GASPING]

-A wolf?

Marie, are you sure?

-I'm positive.

Well, I'm not exactly positive I shot at a wolf,

but something tried to attack me last night.

-I've never heard of a wolf in these parts.

Perhaps it was a raccoon.

They're the most persistent scavengers around.

They can be pretty mean at night, easy to mistake.

-That had to be the biggest raccoon I've ever seen.

-Shadows do things.

If you haven't been sleeping, perhaps your mind just,

well, probably over-reacted.

-I've been having some pretty wild dreams.

I even thought that the house was

haunted by the people who used to live there.

I saw them.

It was like they were trying to warn me about something.

-Don't worry.

There's nothing in the forest or in your house to harm you.

Although I think I ought to warn you

that your stairs have already claimed a victim.

The previous resident fell down them and damaged his hip.

-Is that why they left Drago?

-Mm-hmm.

He needed specialist treatment.

They went off to some famous Jewish hospital in New York.

Take one of those, a half hour before going to bed, huh?

-Thank you, Doctor.

I think I needed your advice as much as I needed these.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Uh, hello.

-Tom, hi.

It's Marie.

Any luck with that license plate?

-Uh, yes, but it wasn't registered under,

uh-- what were the names you gave me?

Johnson and Simmons.

It was registered under the name of Brooks.

-Tom, listen, let me ask you something serious now, OK?

Don't laugh.

Do you believe in werewolves?

-Yeah, only in the late show though.

-You're not being very serious.

-Well, I certainly hurt you're not.

Look, is this the real mystery you're working on?

-No, of course not.

I just asked because there's a legend

about werewolves in this town.

-Ah, a werewolf story.

Well, maybe that is a good idea.

-Tom.

Tom, I am on vacation.

OK, Tom.

Thanks.

Bye.

-Bye.

-We struck out.

The license plates weren't theirs.

I think it's time I talked to Richard.

-Are you sure that's what you want to do?

-Nope.

-How much more am I supposed to take?

You put together a few bad dreams

and a frustrated lesbian, and you come up

with howling werewolves and demented nuns.

Christ, you even involved Tom behind my back.

-Richard, I know that this sounds very strange--

-No, this doesn't sound strange, Marie.

It is strange.

You know, I blame myself for this.

I really do.

I blame myself for going down to LA and leaving you hear alone.

You were supposed to be resting, Marie.

You weren't supposed to be running around with Janice

like a couple of Ghostbusters.

No wonder your dreams are getting worse.

[HOWLING]

-Richard, did you hear that?

-That's it, Marie.

That is it.

Tomorrow I'm taking you back to LA,

and we're getting you to see a shrink.

-Where are you going?

-I'm going out, Marie.

I need some air, all right?

Werewolves.

[GROWLING]

-Richard.

Richard.

Oh.

Come on.

It's gonna be all right, OK?

OK.

Here.

I'm going for the doctor.

-No.

No.

Don't go out there.

It's still out there.

Hide.

-He'll be OK.

A few scratches, bump on the head.

It's not a concussion.

-But his shoulder, the bite marks.

-Bite marks?

There weren't any bite marks.

Just a few scratches.

-Doctor, Richard was attacked by a wolf.

-He fell down a gully, Marie.

-Excuse me.

-Richard?

Your shoulder.

You said you were attacked by a wolf.

-A wolf, Marie?

I fell down a gully onto some rocks.

It's just a scratch.

-Last night, he told me that he was attacked by a wolf.

-He was probably a little delirious from the fall.

Are you all right?

-Yes, I'm fine.

-Well, goodbye.

-Bye.

-Sorry to keep you waiting.

-Father, do you have a book on exorcism?

-Exorcism, Janice?

-Yes.

The Roman rituals book.

-Sister Ruth asked me about that book.

-Did you lend it to her?

-No.

And it's not here.

Maybe she just took it.

-You don't think she was planning to do an exorcism.

-Oh, no.

No, she would know, as you know, only priests

can perform exorcisms.

You know, I don't ever recall seeing that book again.

Oh, by the way, I have the bible Sister Ruth left at the church

here.

-May I keep it, father?

-Don't see why not.

-Thank you.

It means a great deal to me.

-Richard, what are you doing?

-I'm going out.

-You should be resting in bed.

-It's OK, Marie.

I feel great.

-Look, Janice, this whole Sister Ruth thing,

I should never have said that I would help you.

I had a nervous breakdown in LA.

I couldn't tell what was real and what was dreams.

Last night, I even imagined that Richard was attacked by a wolf.

My doctor sent me here to rest, and instead,

I'm trying to solve some mystery that probably isn't.

-Are you saying that you-- you imagined

everything that's happened?

-Dreams.

That's-- that's all they were.

It was nothing supernatural, no ESP-- they were just dreams.

That's it.

-And the vision of Sister Ruth?

-I don't know.

All I know is that Richard fell down a gully

and banged himself up.

And I convinced myself that he was attacked by a wolf.

I even bandaged the bite on his shoulder.

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