Return of 'The Wolfman'

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Even a man who is pure in heart

and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf

when the wolf's bane blooms,

and the autumn moon is bright..

Show yourself!

I know you are out there!

Help!

Help me!

Somebody help me!

Help!

THE WOLFMAN:

Dear Mr Talbot, I believe your brother

has mentioned me in his correspondence,

I'm Gwen Conliffe, Ben's fiance.

I'm writing to inform you

of your brother's disappearance.

He's been missing now for several weeks

and we fear the worst.

It has come to my attention that you are currently here,

in England, with your theatre company,

but that you'll return to America soon.

I uderstand that you've not spoken

to your family in many years.

But I implore you to help us find Ben.

Please, come home, to Talbot Hall.

Hello?

Sampson!

Lawrence?

Hello father.

Lo and behold...

The prodigal son returns.

Hope you are not expecting the fatted calf.

Stay!

We don't have many visitors.

- You seem well.

I've often wondered what you'd look like.

You've come about your brother up here?

Stay.

Yes...

Miss Conliffe learned that I was in London.

Sampson!

- And sent me a letter,

saying that Ben had dissapeared.

Thought I'd offer my help.

- Yes, that's a splendid idea.

Lawrence, a splendid idea,

but too late, I'm afraid.

Unfortunately, your brother's body was found

in the ditch, by the Priory Road, yesterday morning.

I assume you have something to wear

for the funeral.

Sir John!

Do you remember my son?

Lawrence... Singh, my servant.

Master Lawrence.

It's nice to see you Lawrence.

It's good that you are here.

Has Miss Conliffe been notified?

She's upstairs in her bedroom, asleep.

Where are they keeping Ben's body?

Your father instructed me to bury your

brother's effects with him.

Seems a shame.

Thank you.

I wouldn't Sir, it's a...

I missed his whole life.

Maybe it wasn't the beast at all?

But a cunning murderer...

Someone who bore a grudge against one of these men,

to misdirect the authorities, he kills the men,

...and then he tears up the bodies

to make it look like the wild beast was responsible.

Ridiculous! Who will go to such lengths?

- What about that gypsie's dancing bear, he could have done it.

That mangy thing?

Kill three men?, I doubt it.

I saw the bodies with my own eyes.

Unnatural wounds.

Most unnatural.

Made by a felon creature I'd say.

Damn Gypsies, wandering the countryside,

bringing their deviltry with them.

They show up and upon two weeks later this happens!

My guess is Ben Talbot went to their camp...

...to whack it off with a gypsy whore.

The bear gets hold of him,

and they dump what's left of him in the ditch.

- It's got nothing to do with the Gypsies.

Twenty-five years ago now,

...my Pa found him...

...Quinn Noddy and all his flock...

Brains, and guts, and God knows what, lying

all over the moor for a quarter mile.

And Quinn, the look on his face...

...like he'd be eaten alive.

Whatever did it,

it was big... had claws,

and didn't mind a load of buckshot.

After that...my Pa went home

and melted down my Ma's wedding spoons,

and casts silver bullits of them.

Wouldn't leave the house

on the full moon, from that night.

I still say that bear's to blame.

Can I help you, Sir?

I was hoping to have a word with Miss Conliffe.

Just a moment, Sir.

Miss Conliffe ...

I am Lawrence.

- I know who you are.

I'm sorry we're meeting like this.

These were Ben's,

He would want you to have them.

If there's anything you need,

anything at all... Please let me know....

I want to know what happened to him.

I'll do everything I can.

- Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

I saw Ben's body today.

What kind of animal

could have done such a thing?

I've seen the work of a Kodiak Bear and Bengal tiger...

...nature at its most vicious, but...

Must say I haven't

seen anything like this.

People in town say it was a man.

You mean a raving lunatic at lose in the moor?

Yeah, it's possible...But I think I'd have

run him down with my dogs.

On the other hand...

Wounds are so terrible to tell me

something human would seem capable for such a malevolence.

I found the strange medallion

among the Ben's belongings.

Yeah, Sikh Dharma Bana's,

he was an eastern saint...

He was also a Gypsy.

So did Ben have a dealings with the Gypsies?

Yes, he was a...

He was our negotiator.

The local gentry would pay a fee,

and the Gypsies would keep their their criminal

activities to a minimum and ...

they'd move on once they'd sold

...the local lads all the

wine and dark-haired ladies they could stand.

That orbed maiden with white fire laden,

whom mortals call the Moon,

Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,

By the midnight breezes strewn.

She exerts enormous power, doesn't she?

I wish things were different.

Never look back, Lawrence.

Never look back...

The past is a wilderness of horrors.

Lawrence... I'm glad you're home.

Mother!

Mother!

Lawrence...

Lawrence!

Lawrence!

Wake up.

I heard something.

Lawrence.

Lawrence, I'm scared.

Go back to bed.

Mother?

Mother!

Hello.

- Hello.

Ben said that you played here as children.

It was our refuge.

From what?

You mean, from whom?

Your father ...

He has a way of being distant.

Ben told me it was because I

reminded him of your mother.

He said you did as well.

Which is why he put me in

an asylum for a whole year.

He shipped me off to my aunt in America.

You sure you won't stay one more night?

My father has lodge in at the Inn, that's...

more convenient for the trains

When do you return to London?

Not until I found out what happened to my brother.

Lawrence, that's all well and good but...

I think your inquiry can wait until tomorrow.

The moon is full tonight and...

I prefer that you stay inside,

in the event that your raving lunatic theory is correct.

Don't want to lose you too.

Take your horse, Sir?

Good evening.

He says you must stay in the camp.

The woods are not safe.

Ask him if he knows anyone who sells these.

You want to talk to Maleva.

To who?

- Maleva.

It was found on my brother's body.

Your caravan shows up,

three men are killed.

I don't think it's a coincidence.

There is no coincidence.

Only faith.

But she plays a hidden hand.

Tell me about my brother.

Give us that bloody bear you old snake handler.

We know what's been going on.

- Dances. He dances.That's all.

Come on fellas! What's going on here?

- We've come for the bear, either.

It's doing all the killing.

- For Goodness sake.

He's harmless.

What happened?

It's the devil. The devil!

Mother!

Maria! Where are you, Maria?

Over there!

Maria!

Maria!

Take the girl!

Stay in the camp!

Boy!

Boy!

Go back, get help!

Get Maleva!

Once he is bitten by the beast,

there is no cure.

You should let him die.

- You would make me a sinner?

There is no sin in killing a beast.

Is there not?

Sometimes the way of faith is a cruel one.

He can only be released

by someone who loves him.

Lawrence.

Holy Mother of God!

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