Medium Raw: Night of the Wolf Page #6

Let's find out.

Oliver,

if we get out of this alive,

do me a favor,

put some clothes on.

Sabrina! Oh God.

Sabrina.

Wake up, Sabrina.

Sabrina, over here.

Jamie.

Sabrina, we have to get out

of here, okay?

We-- we--

we have to get out of here.

Sabrina, wait.

Grandma?

Run, Sabrina, run!

Leave her alone.

Johnny.

Go hide, Sabrina.

Argh!

Johnny!

Johnny, run.

Run.

Johnny, no.

Johnny!

Jamie.

Stay away from him.

Who-- who--

who are you?

Hello, Johnny.

Dr. Parker?

You're the--?

How could you do this?

Do you want my professional opinion

or do you want the truth?

My professional opinion is

that as a child

I was neglected by my mother

and at the same time

severely beaten by my father.

During one particular example

of patriarchal brutality

my father drowned me repeatedly

until I promised never to question

his authority again,

drowned me in the same cage

where he would drown his patients.

But with me

it was different--

very different.

The truth, you see,

is much more interesting.

You see, Jamie, when he raised

the cage for the last time

he brought up not only

his waterlogged son

but something from deep inside the well,

something evil,

something powerful,

something with an unquenchable

thirst for life.

I don't understand.

Grierson-- how does he fit in?

Grierson is nothing,

like a piece of clay

at the hands of a sculptor--

easily manipulated, easy to train.

Wolves hunt in packs.

But ultimately he was a fool.

Yes, I'd let him wear my suit,

but a man is not the measure

of the clothes on his back.

I created in Grierson

a perfect scapegoat for my past crimes.

I brought him here so that

I could watch over him forever.

But when your husband decided

to take justice into his own hands,

I couldn't resist.

I saw the opportunity

to tie up all my loose ends

in one night.

You see, Johnny, in the grand scheme

that's all you are--

a loose end.

You didn't have to kill everyone.

Karen had nothing to do with this.

Well, the irony of a grandmother

and a granddaughter

wasn't lost on me.

Speaking of which,

I'd better get about finding Little Red.

Why did you stop

after all of these years,

after Johnny's sister?

Why did you stop?

Who said I stopped?

You won't get away with this.

I can see the papers now--

"A Christmas Miracle.

Harold Grierson the Wolf

is Killed by Dr. Parker

in Horrific Holiday Massacre.

A Hero for our Time."

But the Wolf won't be gone for long.

He will return

when the hunger gets too great.

You killed my sister.

I killed lots of little girls.

And like all those beautiful girls,

you too will find what evil awaits

in the bottom of the well.

Little Red.

Sabrina, run.

Get out of here. Run and hide!

Johnny, Johnny, you have to get up.

You can't hide, Sabrina.

Johnny, wake up. Johnny, wake up.

...four...

Katie.

...five, six,

seven, eight,

nine, 10.

Ready or not,

here I come.

Johnny, I can't play now.

You have to get up.

I'm dying.

I don't think I can.

You don't have a choice.

Get up!

Johnny, please.

You have to get up.

Oh my God, Jamie. How do I stop it?

You can't. He broke the lever.

There's got to be another way.

There isn't.

Johnny, you gotta go.

Save Sabrina.

Don't let him get her too.

I'm not leaving you.

Listen to me, Johnny.

You have time

to come back and save me.

But you gotta go now, okay?

Jamie, there's not enough time.

God damn it, Johnny, just go.

Go.

Go.

You can't hide, Sabrina.

I will find you.

Hey, little girl, come quick.

Quick quick. Here, you hide in there.

Go on. Go on.

Oliver,

where is the girl?

Uh, I don't know

what you're talking about, sir.

Aren't you a little overdressed?

Aren't you?

Where is she?

Hello, Little Red.

Johnny.

Now...

where were we?

Come here. Come here.

Jamie!

- Go.

- Johnny.

Johnny?

I love you.

Johnny.

Johnny, you found me.

Johnny.

Johnny.

Johnny?

Johnny, wake up.

Johnny, wake up.

No, Johnny.

Johnny, no, wake up.

Hey.

Hey babe.

Access granted.

Good morning, Dr. Morgan.

Johnny.

Waiting waiting waiting

Waiting waiting waiting

Waiting waiting waiting

Waiting waiting...

Johnny?

Waiting...

When your hands

Are cold

When the leaves on your flowers

Start to fall

When the trees

Lie bare

I will be there

I will be there

We won't speak of bitter words

We'll lay them down

Lay them down

We'll talk of blessings heard

And hold them close

Hold them close

When we walk

Along

When the time we have together

Is too short

I will take

Your hand

And I will keep you on the road

So you don't fall

These days will shine so bright

And lead us home

Lead us home

They'll light the time we have

And keep us warm

Keep us warm

And when the memories call

I need them

I need them

Oh

But when I scale that wall

I'll leave them

I'll leave them.

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