The Howling: Reborn

Hey hey.

Hey, look.

I need you to be strong

and stay with me

because you're the one

who's gonna have to kill me.

Wo Hey, honey.

I hate how we left things this morning.

Maybe I'm just nervous

about my new show.

I don't know.

I know. My work is so much darker

than what I usually do

and I don't know what people

are gonna think of it.

It's just ever since I've been pregnant

I have this feeling like I'm being

watched or followed.

Yeah, I know what the books say.

I don't know what it means.

Maybe I'm just not ready

to be a mom.

No, Jack, it's not

the hormones either.

It feels different. Real.

Like something's happening.

Look, I'm going to the gallery to work

on something I've been thinking about.

It's something I need

to get out of me.

No, not the baby.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Jack?

Is that you?

Hello?

Who's there?

Hello, Kathryn.

No. It's you.

- Yes.

- But...

I've come for you

and what's inside of you.

Oh my God

The real evolution is coming.

No, not my baby.

Not my baby.

Baby.

And now,

18 years after the day I was born,

I'm here to convince you

that the monsters are real,

that they live among us,

within us.

And hopefully one day

you'll know who I was

and what I tried to do.

But for now...

Who am I?

I guess I don't really have a good

answer to that question.

Don't forget to take your pills.

I guess you already know

my mom died when I was born,

but it never seemed like the end

of the world or anything.

Is that weird?

Maybe.

But how can you miss something

you never had, right?

# The messages I left

weren't answered #

# But I stayed off till bed #

# These were the only

things I dreamt... #

I know how to take an exam,

I know the periodic elements,

I know how to do school.

Do I have any idea

how to survive the real world?

# So wake me when

the world's worth waking up for #

# When my dreams don't stop

at my door #

# When the world's worth... #

My whole life I never

really felt like I fit in.

I just watched people

who looked like they were

actually enjoying their lives.

Your final grades will be posted

tomorrow night

outside the administration office

after graduation.

Good luck. Your parents'

fading hopes and dreams

are hanging on the outcome.

And now graduation is almost here

and I'm a little scared

that everything is gonna change.

Or even worse,

that nothing's gonna change.

I just thought you should know that

before you waste any more

of your time on me.

When I asked who you were,

I was looking for a name.

Oh.

Sorry.

Will Kidman.

How is it possible

that in four years

we haven't met until

your exit interview?

Well, that's a good thing, right?

That's one way to look at it.

Oh, you were a part of

the debate team

that brought home

the silver this year.

A little disappointing, isn't it?

You're obviously pretty bright

and you appear

perfectly adequate on paper.

It's just that there's

nothing special here.

Four years, each day more impossibly

monotonous than the last.

But after today, we'll never have to

walk down this awful hallway ever again.

That's true, but soon

we'll have a whole lifetime

of even longer and even more

depressing hallways after that.

So how many video yearbooks

have you sold so far?

Two.

I'm getting the impression that nobody

wants to relive high school

in this sort of actual detail.

But on a lighter note,

I was finally able to hack into

the city's broadcast master control.

What?

I've got a computer loaded

and ready to go

in the chapel

under construction upstairs.

- Come here.

- Well...

- What do you mean?

- It means that tomorrow,

after my diploma is safely is hand,

a backup generator will kick in

and the regularly scheduled programming

of the greater metropolitan area

will be preempted

by the world premiere

of "Untitled Sachin

Horror Project. "

How do you even walk

with a pair that big?

Like this.

High school girls are like

history class...

completely fascinating

and utterly boring at the same time.

Oh.

I mean, who even enrolls

their kids into a new school

a month before graduation?

Their parole officers.

It's been four years, man.

It means your last chance.

He who hesitates...

Too much trouble.

Yeah, Roland is kind of intimidating.

But purely in a physical way.

Not him. Her.

Besides, I've got to worry about

getting into a good college.

No time for distractions, right?

Uh, I... I've...

I should go.

Talk to you tomorrow!

How many times

do I have to tell you?

Elliana only dates within her species.

Understood?

Understood.

Please.

If you get suspended before

the last day of school,

who's gonna be my date

to the grad party?

Go wait with the rest of the pack.

I'll be right there.

You live for now.

No, I...

I had him right where I wanted him,

but thanks.

I'm Elliana.

- You're Will.

- Yeah yeah, I am.

So what do we have here?

May I?

Why are they all of me?

I guess there's nothing much else

interesting to draw around here.

And I am?

Sign it?

Uh...

There are two types

of people in the world:

Those who take what they want,

and those who get taken.

Which are you, Will?

Will's voice:

Fun science fact...

what really separates humans

from other animals?

2% of our DNA.

That's it.

You okay?

You're bleeding.

Oh yeah.

I'm fine, thanks.

Hi, I'm Kay.

Let me guess,

your first fight.

Yeah, but you should

see the other guy.

He's perfectly fine.

Don't worry.

You'll have your revenge

in the real world.

Guys like you eat guys

like him for lunch.

I've got to go.

That one's mine.

- Okay.

- Hang in there.

Life gets better after high school.

I promise.

Thanks.

Looking back, it's funny how days

just kind of blend together.

One little unexpected moment

can pretty much change everything.

What a shame.

We didn't have to lock everything

down like that back in my day.

Happy birthday, Will.

This used to be my favorite room

in the world.

When your mom

was pregnant with you

she'd come through that door,

walk straight over here

and join me on this couch.

She'd lay down,

put her head on my lap

and just talk,

you know, about what

you might turn out like.

Would you laugh like your mom

or sigh like your old man?

Or be some strange new combination

of the both of us?

Used to be my favorite

room in the world.

Now it's just a room.

Your mom spent all the money

she had at the time to buy me this.

A silver wedding band.

I can't believe you finally took it off.

Wills voice:

I think it all comes down to this:

The things we suppress

very deep down in places

nobody can find them,

they come back

and get us in the end...

with a vengeance.

It's funny, we take for granted

that we have free will,

but we have so many rules

and expectations to live by.

And if we didn't, we would all

probably just blindly follow

our strongest desires,

good or bad, right?

So where exactly is the free will?

Okay.

You can do this.

Welcome to the party, Will.

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