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Help me with him, Singh!

A week ago I would have said

you'd never use that arm again.

And now?

- It seems to have healed itself.

I'll be back to check on you

at the end of the week.

Thank you, Doctor.

Miss Conliffe?

- Yes?

I want to thank you.

- For?

For prolonging your stay here at Blackmoor with us,

during this difficult time.

And for being some sense of ...Filii Oboediens (obedient son)

you would not have been inconvenienced.

Well, Lawrence was trying to

find out what happened to Ben.

And...Now we know

it's still out there.

Nevertheless...I thank you.

- Not at all.

You should be asleep, Lawrence.

So should you.

Is there anything I can get for you?

Are you expecting a war?

A Sikh is a warrior of God,

he must always arm himself against evil.

Do you believe in curses?

This house has seen more

than its share of suffering.

Your mother...Your brother.

Yes, I believe in curses.

How could you stand it

here all these years?

You didn't have to stay.

Silver...

I didn't know you hunted monsters.

Sometimes monsters hunt you.

Yes, he's been quite seriously

injured, inspector, and...

He's suffering from memory loss,

he wont be any use to you now.

I think at some point he is

going to want to talk about...

I know. I do understand. If I could have just a few words with him

...completely unofficial interview,

only the briefest exchange...

could be infinitely helpful to me.

Francis Abberline, Scotland Yard. Honored to meet you, Mr Talbot.

I'm a huge admirer.

Sorry to hear of your troubles, do hope they wont impede

your return to the stage.

Thank you.

Shall we?

- Please.

I understood your injury was quite savage?

Yes...

I hope you don't find this prurient, but....

would it be possible to me arrange for a

specialist to examine you?

It's amazing what we can discern

by scientific means, these days.

At your convenience, of course.

- Of course.

What a great mystery it is

given there are no natural predators left in England

capable of inflicting such...

horrific injury.

The savagery of the attack would

suggest the action of an animal...

Or a lunatic, perhaps.

Someone with a history of...

mental disturbance who had spent time inside an asylum,

who may have suffered injuries

at the hands of his victims...

I get your implication...

and resent it.

You are clearly aware of

my personal history,as I believe, I am aware of yours.

Weren't you in charge of the

"Ripper case" a couple of years back?

You're a direct man, so I'll

be equally direct with you.

I'm not your enemy, Mr Talbot.

You've been seen as Hamlet, Macbeth, Richard the Third.

All with that same face.

A prudent man would ask who

else might be living inside that head of yours.

Good day, Inspector.

So you won't mind if I establish your whereabouts

on the night in question?

Feel free.

Good day, Mr Talbot.

I'll be sending my specialists to examine you,

at your convenience,

of course.

Lawrence?

You all right?

- Yes.

What did the inspector say?

He asked a lot of questions.

I'm sorry. I feel so responsible

for what's happened to you...

If I hadn't sent that letter you

would be back in New York... - No, no...

It was right that I came back.

You mustn't feel like that.

No.

Try.

Well, I can't make it skip like you.

You have to flick it.

May I?

- Yes.

When you throw it away,

turn your wrist up...and whip it....

Wrist up, whip it....

Make sure you swing your hips.

What's it like in New York?

Do you hear that?

What?

Horses.

Hello Doctor! I thought our appointment

wasn't until Friday?

Come with us.

- It's nearly the full moon.

You were bitten by the Beast.

You bear his mark now.

Mr Talbot. There are many of us here...

Who are looking for a natural explanation.

Help us.

- Come on, Talbot. Show us your wounds.

We're told it heals in an unnatural way.

Will you let him murder your wife and children?

Damn you, Talbot!

Sorry Colonel,

I meant to shoot you.

Sadly I'm not the marksman I used to be.

I must be getting old.

He's cursed, God has forsaken him..

Let us deal with him.

You're trespassing on my land,

I could shoot you on the spot right now.

My Sikh manservanthe is on the roof,

and he happens to be a crack shot with a repeating rifle.

and he will kill you.

He'll kill the next eight of you

before he has to reload, so...

Please take yourselves off my land.

And if I see any of you trespassing this way again,

I won't be so civil, if you take my meaning.

Good day to you, Colonel.

Lawrence...

You're bleeding...

How could they possibly think

he's a threat to them?

Well, he's a stranger here at Blackmoor, Miss Conliffe,

and that makes him very...dangerous.

Thank you.

Yes, You can also thank Singh,

when he returns from the village.

You're not the only one

in the family who can act.

Sampson!

Let's get some more to clean that.

Did they hurt your shoulder?

No.

On the contrary, it's feels much

stronger than before.

That's good.

I was able to hold...

All three of them back.

You mustn't listen to them. The villagers, they are

backwards and foolish.

Everything I hate about this place...

This might sting a bit.

Lawrence?

Excuse me.

What happened?

- You have to leave.

Please pack your things.

Did I do something?

It's not safe here.

You must return to London tonight.

I'll be out here waiting.

Lawrence! Wait!

What are you afraid of?

If anything ever happened to you,

I'd never forgive myself.

There are those who doubt the power of Satan.

The power of Satan can change men into beasts.

But the ancient pagans did not doubt,

nor did the Prophets... Did not Daniel,

or Nebuchadnezzar.

But the proud king begot he Daniel...

And so as the Bible says...

he was made as unto a wolf and cast out from men.

A Beast has come amongst us!

But God will defend his faithful!

With His right hand He will

smite the foul demon!

I say to you, the enemies' ploy is a devious one.

Twisting the accursed into beasts

he seeks to bring us low.

Make us as animals.

Teach us self-loathing so

we forget that we are made

in the image of Almighty God himself!

Sampson.

Why does our Lord tolerate this mockery?

Pride goeth before destruction...

...A haughty spirit before the fall...

I say it is because we

have sinned against Him.

Because our crimes reek to heaven,

and they demand vengeance!

Pint of bitter, please.

Mrs Kirk.

- Why aren't you out with McQueen...

...trying to catch that thing

what killed my husband!

As I dont know where the lunatic will strike it seems,

the practical thing to do is to stay as near as possible to the potential victims.

And seeing that 214 out of 309 residents of Blackmoor enviroments

live within 500 yards of this tavern...

...I was planning to spend the evening here.

Not Talbot Hall?

Why would you say that?

- They are cursed.

All of them.

Unfortunately "cursed" does

not give me a warrant to wander about

Sir John's estate at night.

Rules, Mrs Kirk.

They're all that keep us from a

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