The Wolf Man Page #5

The pentagram.

That scar could be made

by most any animal.

Yes, but it's the

sign of the werewolf.

They say that he can

see it in the palm

of the hand of

his next victim.

That's hard to believe.

I saw it. Tonight.

In Gwen's hand.

Larry, Larry, how can I help

you get rid of this fear,

this mental quagmire

you've got yourself into?

What can I say to you?

You don't understand.

You think

I'm insane. Why...

What's that? That's Paul

Montford and the men.

They caught

nothing in the traps,

so now they're

going to hunt the wolf.

They're out

hunting for me.

Stop it, stop it!

You can't run away.

That's it.

That's what she said.

Who?

The Gypsy woman.

Gypsy woman?

Now we're getting

down to it.

She's been filling your

mind with this gibberish,

this talk of werewolves

and pentagrams.

You're not a child, Larry,

you're a grown man,

and you believe in the

superstitions of a Gypsy woman.

No, but the scar!

The footprints in my room!

Look, Father, I was

caught in a trap tonight.

I don't know

how I got there.

The old Gypsy woman

helped me get away.

And now they're all

out hunting for me.

Listen to me.

You're Lawrence Talbot.

This is Talbot Castle.

You believe those men can come

in here and take you out?

No. I'll go out to them.

I can't help myself.

Then I'll see to it that

you can't go out to them.

Come on, Larry.

There. You're fast

to the chair,

all the windows are locked,

and I'll bolt the door

so that nothing

can get in or out.

Now you'll see

that this evil thing

you've conjured up

is only in your mind.

Sir John!

Yes?

Captain Montford and the men are

waiting for you and Master Larry.

I'm coming.

But you're going to stay

with me, aren't you?

No, I've got to go, Larry.

These people have a problem.

You must make your own fight, but

we'll settle this thing tonight.

Dad!

What is it?

Take the cane with you.

What do I want with a cane?

Please.

Just take it with you.

Please.

All right.

He should come right

across through there.

The beaters are driving

right towards this point.

Did you give your

son the sleeping pill?

Oh, no.

But I wanted him to sleep

through all this hullabaloo.

And I want him

cured, tonight.

In the morning, he'll have conclusive

proof it was all in his mind.

What did you do?

Strapped him to the chair.

Turned him to the window so that

he'd see something of the hunt.

I hope you

won't be sorry.

Dr. Lloyd.

Coming.

You are not frightened,

are you, Sir John?

Frightened? Of what?

Of the night.

Rubbish.

You startled me.

Don't be startled,

Sir John.

You have the silver

cane for protection.

Who are you?

Hasn't your

son told you?

You're the Gypsy who's been filling

his mind with this werewolf nonsense.

Nonsense, Sir John?

Yes.

You've been preying on his

gullibility with your witch's tales.

But you fixed him,

didn't you, Sir John?

You don't believe

the witch's tales, do you?

Not for a minute.

Then where were

you going, Sir John?

Why aren't you back there,

at the shooting stand?

I was. Were you hurrying

back to the castle?

Did you have

a moment's doubt?

Were you hurrying to make

sure he's all right?

I wanted to be with my son.

I was going...

Yes, Sir John.

You were going?

Hurry,

Sir John. Hurry.

Come around

this way, men!

Swing out to the right

there, come through again.

Wykes, you and

Phillips take charge.

I could have sworn I hit him dead on!

And I, too.

Have you forgotten it takes a

silver bullet for a werewolf?

Have you seen Larry?

Don't go through the woods.

Why?

Listen. The hunt is on.

But... But I want

to help him.

You'd better

come with me.

No. I've got

to find him.

Come with me or

he will find you.

The way you walked was thorny,

through no fault of your own.

But as the rain enters the soil,

the river enters the sea,

so tears run to

a predestined end.

Your suffering is over.

Now you will find

peace for eternity.

Down this way, men.

Gwen! Are you

all right?

The wolf must have attacked her,

and Larry came to the rescue.

I'm sorry, Sir John.

Larry!

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