Howling VI: The Freaks Page #3

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you this just once.

Let it be.

I'll stop by the carnival later.

Check out Harker.

See what's what.

In the meantime, I think you

folks should get some rest.

You look like you need it.

(LAUGHING)

You mind?

Yeah, I do.

Do that again and I'll rip

this arm off. You hear me?

Listen... Not here, baby.

Let's go.

Have an omelet.

(CARL LAUGHING)

Jesus Christ, Ian.

What the hell's going on here?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I don't know how they

do things in England,

but around here we don't lock

people up for no reason at all.

(LAUGHS)

There's a reason.

You see, Sheriff,

I'm the new entertainment, hmm?

People... People are going to

pay good money to watch me.

That's it. I've had enough

bullshit for one day.

I've seen cattle

that looks like it's

been through the

slaughter house.

And Dewey...

Dewey's been going on and on and

on about some beast from hell

and how you been shot.

Only I don't see sh*t here.

The only one who makes any sense

around here is Elizabeth.

She's the reason I'm here.

-Elizabeth...

I came to see Harker, I can't find him.

-Elizabeth...

And Harker's been...

-Elizabeth. Elizabeth!

Lizzie...

When did... When did she say that?

This morning. At the church.

Lizzie...

She...

You bastard!

Come on, Ian, what is it?

Come on, Ian, I want the answers.

What is it?

I...

I have to be here.

It's all you need to know.

It's all you need to know.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Jesus!

Where's Harker?

He's not here.

He'll be back tonight?

Nope.

Well, when then?

Answer me.

Tomorrow.

Okay.

You tell Mr. Harker l'll

be here tomorrow.

You can go now.

Hey, have you seen this?

Yes, I have.

Is this God's will?

To put a man on display

like some sort of animal?

Elizabeth, we are not

talking about a man?

Listen to yourself.

You brought him into this house.

You fed him, you clothed him.

He made you feel something.

Answer me.

I don't know.

"Werewolf!"

Damn.

You think Mr. Harker will

let me keep this cat?

I found him wandering

around here, kind of lost.

You don't think he'll make

me give it up, do you?

No.

No, I don't.

Good.

Is it?

'Cause I already named him.

Going to call it Winston Salem II.

Being that I'm Winston Salem I.

It's a nice name.

I like it.

You want to see what

I've been working on?

(CAT MEWING)

-Would you?

It's okay, Winston.

Mr. Harker says you got to practice

hard if you want to get good.

So I have.

And... Now, you sure

you wanna see it?

Okay, okay. Watch now.

(SNARLING)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

Is it true what they say?

Can you change?

Yes.

Teach me the secret.

I want to change too.

Why?

Look at me, that's why.

Leave here, Winston.

You don't belong.

The world is full of freaks.

And you're not one of them.

Well, I don't understand.

This is...

the only place I'm not a freak.

No. This is the only

place where you are one.

The Wolf Man. Come inside.

Blood-curdling. See him

alive on the inside.

Fascinating. Fantastic. You

got to see him to believe him.

You've got to see the

hair all over his body.

Punishing chills up and down your

spine. He's alive on the inside.

Get your ticket...

Believe me, Sheriff, if

human lives were involved,

I would drop him at your

doorstep personally.

What did I tell you?

Let's talk about

kidnapping, Harker.

Really, Sheriff?

Kidnapping usually

involves a profit motive.

A whole lot of people

put down their

money to get in

there tonight.

Now, I doubt that this carny

seems such a good turnout.

No, it hasn't.

I wanted to keep this a surprise,

but Canton Bluff will

receive 60% of all

the gate receipts

for this evening.

I'm sure the good mayor could use

the money for town improvements.

It's my way of saying thank you.

You're welcome.

So, Sheriff, you're either an

accessory or a beneficiary.

Pick which you like.

I have a show to do.

60%. Now, Mr. Harker, if there's

anything you need, you get back...

HARKER:
No one has ever

seen a werewolf and lived.

Tonight, dear people

of Canton Bluff,

you will be the first.

Ladies and gentleman,

it's time to meet the Devil.

(CROWD GASPING)

(CROWD MURMURING)

HARKER:
You see before

you an ordinary man.

He looks no different

than say, a neighbor.

A friend. Your son, Madam.

But don't be fooled,

my good friends.

The very heart of Satan

beats within him.

Only God's purity can kill him.

Silver forged from a holy

chalice, blessed by a man of God.

This...

This is the only way

he will know death.

Inside this pit he's

worse than death.

A living hell where he's

unable to satisfy his cravings

for human blood.

(CROWD EXCLAIMING IN DISGUST)

(CHANTING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(RIPPING)

(GROWLS)

(CONTINUES CHANTING)

(GROWLS) -(CROWD GASPING)

(CROWD SHRIEKING)

There may be some among you

who may wish

to turn away.

(GASPS)

(GROWLING)

(CROWD MURMURING)

(CAT MEOWING)

MAN:
He's going to do...

(GROWLS)

-(CAT SCREECHING)

WOMAN:
No, no. He's going to eat

him. He's going to eat him.

(LAUGHING)

(CAT YOWLS)

HARKER:
The show is over.

(CROWD MURMURING)

Look, Dewey, I need to get

to the end of this.

I'll be by later to check

out Ian's satchel.

Son of a b*tch.

Oh, my God.

Sh*t.

Whatever happened to sit here on

your butt, collecting the paycheck.

(GASPS)

Damn careless of my

assistant, wasn't it?

Don't move or I'll shoot your

dick in the next county.

Then I certainly won't move.

I read all about you in

those papers of Ian's.

Wherever this carny goes

people pop up dead.

Now, Mr. Harker,

or whatever you call yourself,

you're under arrest.

I've never argued

with a man and a gun.

Stick out your arms straight.

(CUFFS CLINKING)

Jesus.

(HARKER LAUGHING)

FULLER:
Oh, God.

(GUN CLICKING)

FULLER:
No, get away.

(SCREAMING) No! No!

Oh, God.

Oh, go away.

Help me.

I got to get up.

(SCREAMS)

Afternoon, Dewey.

Oh, have you seen

your brother, Earl?

Well, no. I've been up

in the valley all day.

I can't find him around.

Well, I can let you in.

I might be thirsty myself.

Just like that man

to go running off fishing, right

dab in the middle of election.

(GASPS)

Oh, my God.

(SOBBING)

Jesus!

Satan's work shall

not go unpunished.

Who could have done this?

Ian.

(SIGHS)

BELLAMEY:
Be still now!

Mr. Harker says I

got to punish you.

(GROANING)

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

This is what I do to

friends and freak.

(LAUGHING)

CARL:
Yes, my little...

(SOBBING)

BELLAMEY:
You hungry,

my little friends?

(GRUNTING)

My babies.

Ian!

What are you doing here?

- Ian, I came to warn you.

- You can't stay here.

No, listen. Look.

They think you killed the Sheriff.

Ian, we have to leave.

We have to leave now.

Werewolf gone.

I want you to go

over there and take

care of those

banners, all right?

The werewolf's escaped.

-Where?

- I thought he was locked up.

- No, no, he's gone.

What's going on?

The werewolf boy left the

carnival, he escaped.

He's escaped. Jesus Christ,

what are we going to do?

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