The Beast Must Die
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- This film
is a detective story
in which you are the detective.
The question is not who is the murderer,
but who is the werewolf?
After all the clues have been shown,
you will get a chance to give your answer.
Watch for the werewolf break.
- Have visual contact.
- Have scanner contact,
repeat, have scanner contact.
Go!
- Target in woods,
have lost visual contact.
- Target heading towards
map reference 263475,
repeat, map reference 263475, intercept.
Target at exactly map
reference 261471, intercept!
Target breaking right.
Target taking cover, not moving.
I can hear his heartbeats.
Zero in, number one.
He's right by ground mic 87.
He's yours.
You will get another chance, let him go.
Target now heading 0262475.
- Bang, you're dead!
- Not until you pull that trigger, boy!
- Number three, 10 yards to your right.
Target breaking right, intercept and kill.
They're blanks, of course, an
added personal touch of mine.
I thought maybe, uh,
it would give you an extra kick.
Well, you are satisfied with my efforts?
- But I spotted the television cameras
and the mics you had staked in the ground.
They could be destroyed!
- But what you haven't seen is this.
The underground grid pattern.
Now, each one of those red
lights represents a microphone
buried immediately under the surface,
and each one can detect a human footstep
up to the range of one mile.
- Ok, so the whole area's covered.
Now, what if deer or some other animal
moves into your fancy grid system?
- This analyzes and rates every vibration,
computerized to identify
bird, beast, or man.
- Now, what about this house?
- Yes, the house.
Up to the range of 100 yards,
there is a pressure
strip under the ground.
Nothing can cross that
without activating the alarms.
Nothing can penetrate your estate
without you knowing about
it and identifying it.
- And being able to pinpoint it.
- As I've proved to you with
you, yourself, as the target!
- Good, you've earned your money, pavel.
- And since it is a great
deal of money, thank you.
May I now ask a question?
- Ask away.
- All this expense, why?
Protection?
- Against whom?
I have enemies, what big man doesn't?
In this world, you're either
the hunter or the hunted.
- And you are the hunter?
- Always.
On safari or in the board
room, it's all the same.
I go after what I want.
With money, that is not very difficult.
Money buys things, men shape events.
Half the kids I grew
up with are right there
in the same stinking shantytowns,
still hustling spooked
tourists for a living.
- And how did you, uh, shape events?
- I told you, I was born a hunter.
I set my sights on the right tourists.
Tracked it, snared it,
and allowed her to take
me to Miami, Florida.
I was very determined.
- Oh, I'm, uh, I'm quite aware
of your, uh, reputation.
Still, my question stands, why all this?
- Hmm, because this is
going to help me hunt
the biggest game of all.
- Perhaps you can tell us why you arranged
to have yourself shot.
- Certainly, just checking
the system's effectiveness.
- System, what system?
Men popping up out of the bushes,
and then frightening us to death?
- Oh, just part of my grand design.
The same plan that got you
all here at the same time.
Why do you think I invited you?
Because every one of you
sitting here in this room
has one thing in common, death.
You, bennington, once you
were a united nations delegate
til two members of your grubby entourage
mysteriously disappeared.
i was completely exonerated.
- So completely that they threw you
out of the diplomatic core.
Now, you're a part-time
television personality,
which I suppose makes you
everybody's houseguest.
- I don't have to take
that kind of talk from you!
- You just did.
And how about our friend,
the maestro, here?
International concert pianist,
plays all over the world, or used to.
Now, there are certain European capitals
where he is not welcomed anymore.
Seems there were nasty
killings in those cities
and always when you were playing there.
All the victims were found
with their throats torn out.
- Tom, if you're trying to
completely ruin our weekend--
- and if you're trying
to protect Davina, no go.
She wasn't invited
because she's your friend.
She's here on her own account,
because funny things happen
when Davina gilmore's
in a house party, like
you end up a guest short.
Some poor man or woman
quite dead and half-eaten.
- Tom, stop it!
- But you asked me to explain,
and I haven't finished yet!
Mr. foote knows all
about eating human flesh.
Isn't that right, Paul,
you went to prison for it
once, didn't you, Paul'?
- Well, somebody's been
doing his homework.
Still, that's no secret.
I started out to be a doctor.
- Really?
- Yes, really, there were nine
of us medical students involved.
We each ate a piece of human flesh.
Anatomical specimen!
- I know all that.
What I don't know is why.
- Curiosity, bravado, I don't know.
- Maybe you couldn't help yourself,
but that's more Dr. lundgren's subject.
- My subject is archeology.
- But not your passion.
Your overwhelming
interest is the loup-garou.
- Oh, yeah.
- The what?
- I prefer to call it rolok.
- Call it what you like,
the result's the same.
Human flesh torn out and eaten,
as one of you knows only too well,
because one of you
sitting here in this room
is a werewolf.
- If only I could believe it was a joke,
but you never joke, ever!
So, that leaves only
one other alternative.
You're out of your mind.
- I have never been
more serious in my life.
- Serious?
- One of our guests is
a werewolf, I know it.
- Then why invite them here?
Send them home, please.
- They're here and they're staying.
- Tom, I don't know what you're planning.
I don't care, but please,
for my sake.
- Things are easy to give up,
but a dream, a dream of hunting and facing
what no man has ever trapped before,
to give up that dream, no way.
- Tom?
What if the werewolf turns out to be me'?
" Pow!
Where were you going?
- I was going to the village!
- You were trying to escape!
- You don't really believe that one of us
is a, a werewolf?
- I certainly do.
- And you think it is me!
- It's a possibility.
- Look, I'll tell you what.
I'll stay here, you let the others go.
- Who are you trying to protect, Davina?
Is it Davina?
Let's go back, uh, this way, please.
Before the night's over, I'll
know exactly which one it is.
- Your werewolf, hmm?
- Hmm, a man who, by the
light of the full moon,
turns into a savage and ravening beast.
I understood they were very
common in your country.
- That is one of the
reasons I left my country,
why I escaped to england.
Away from a mentality that
believes in such things.
- Well, in Poland they may rely on garlic
and wolf bane strung about the house.
I prefer to make use of science.
- Well, if he's your werewolf,
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