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- if you were successful?

- In what?

In obtaining a specimen...

of the Mariphasa lumina lupina:

The phosphorescent wolf flower.

Well, you know...

it blooms only under the rays of the moon.

My specimens died on the journey back.

As a scientist, sir, as a botanist...

you actually believe that this flower...

- takes its life from moonlight?

- I do.

So far I've been unsuccessful...

in persuading mine to bloom by moonlight...

or any other kind of light.

Let me see them.

I'm very sorry.

I'll have to ask you to excuse me.

May I go along with you?

Lee!

- You'll pardon me?

- Of course.

No one's called me Lee for years.

So what's happened to you?

You were the gayest,

happiest creature in the worid once.

What's happened to you?

I have a toothache today.

I never seem to be able

to rise above a toothache.

It makes me want to howl, break things...

pull noses, tweak ears, screech.

Yes, you were always

a good screecher as a child.

But I'll say this for you, you were truthful.

I'd hate to see you turn into a liar.

Liar?

Yes, it isn't a toothache

that's troubling you today.

Won't you tell an old pal how to help?

How?

- Shut up.

- I see.

It's been great seeing you.

Now I'd better go and find Wilfred.

He's probably looking everywhere for me.

I can't bear to see you change like this.

You, who used to rear at the drop of a hat.

A wild pair we were, weren't we?

High-headed, hard at the bit,

quick with the heels.

How we used to fight. Remember?

Yes. Where's all that lovely fight gone?

There's been no fight in me

since the night we broke things off.

This flower is an antidote for what?

Werewolfery.

Lycanthrophobia is the medical term...

for the affliction I speak of.

And do you expect me to believe

that a man so affected...

actually becomes a wolf...

under the influence of the full moon?

No.

The werewolf is neither man nor wolf...

but a satanic creature,

with the worst qualities of both.

I'm afraid, sir, that I gave up

my belief in goblins, witches...

personal devils, and werewolves...

at the age of six.

But that does not alter the fact...

that in workaday, modern London today...

at this very moment...

there are two cases of werewolfery

known to me.

And how did these unfortunate gentlemen...

contract this medieval unpleasantness?

From the bite of another werewolf.

These men are doomed but for this flower...

the Mariphasa.

There you are, Wilfred.

- Your wife?

- Yes.

This is my wife. Dr. Yogami.

How do you do?

May I visit

your conservatories again one day?

- Of course, yes.

- Thank you.

What a strange man.

Yes.

See, man. See that moon vine.

That only blooms at night.

If I've deceived that vine,

surely I can deceive Mariphasa!

I don't know, sir.

I got a feeling that Mariphasa

ain't a human plant, sir...

not like this vine.

Look.

Look, man!

What did I tell you?

And these two buds

should bloom before tonight.

Hawkins, go and get your dinner.

Dinner, sir?

Go. Get out. You make me nervous.

Don't stand there staring at me

all solemn and owl-eyed.

Yes, sir. Certainly.

Of course, Mr. Plympton,

you being a mere indoor person...

has no idea of the mysteries of nature.

Most interesting, what you've been

telling me, Mr. Hawkins.

And so them rings make moonlight, do they?

You have the idea, Mr. Plympton,

in a manner of speaking.

Not that it's easy to grasp.

But there's a very scary thought,

if you come to consider it.

Yes? And what might that be?

It don't leave nothing for heaven to do.

Quite so.

If you please, not on the glass, thank you.

Now, perhaps, you'll be good enough

to go and tell Dr. Glendon...

the missus is hoping he'll come in for tea.

Not a chance, I assure you, of his coming.

- Not a chance, Mr. Hawkins?

- Not a chance, Mr. Plympton.

Upstart.

Did you speak, Mr. Hawkins?

I did, Mr. Plympton, but not to you.

More tea?

No, thanks.

- No, thank you.

- No, dear.

I have to get back to London

before the evening traffic starts.

I'll never forgive you, Lisa, if you

don't come to my party tonight.

Everyone in the worid will be there.

Definitely everyone in the worid.

I'd love to come...

but it's impossible

to get Wilfred to go anywhere.

Forget Wilfred.

Why don't you invite Paul

to stay on for dinner?

And let him drive you into town afterwards.

- Yes, why don't you?

- I do.

I stay.

Ettie, dear, how did you find

your new home?

I happened on it district visiting.

Come, darling.

Queen Elizabeth stayed there one night.

It's right on the river,

in the midst of the sweetest slums.

So individual:
Murderer's dens

on one side, pubs on the other.

Is your party buffet or sit-down?

Buffet. The house is too small for sit-down.

How I loathe buffets.

Last week at Eva Trippet's...

I sat on a plate of salad, and no one told me.

What's the matter with you? Stop it.

Dr. Yogami.

How do you do?

Is Dr. Glendon at home?

My husband is working on

an experiment. He can't see anyone.

- Perhaps I can see him later?

- I'm afraid not.

Lisa, who is this interesting-looking man?

Introduce him to me at once.

Dr. Yogami, my aunt, Miss Coombes.

- How do you do?

- I noticed you...

at the botanical garden party

and wondered who you were.

You must come to my party tonight.

Just a free and easy musical

at my little bandbox in the slums.

Thank you, but I'm

far too busy a man for pleasure.

Nonsense. Very busy men

come to my parties.

Positively the busiest.

Lady Forsythe is bringing her son.

Could you find a busier man in all London...

than the Chief of Scotland Yard?

Time to scuttle, Ettie.

I must go. I'll see you tonight, Dr. Yokohama.

Dr. Yogami, didn't they tell you

that I wasn't seeing anyone today?

I thought, perhaps, you might see me.

- Come another day, please.

- Another day would be too late.

What will happen before morning,

I cannot say.

Tonight is the first night of the full moon.

Still harping on that old wives' tale of yours?

Would it were an old wives' tale.

Exactly what do you want of me?

Two blossoms of the Mariphasa flower

in there...

- would save two souls tonight.

- Tonight?

But I thought you said

the Mariphasa was a cure.

No. An antidote.

Effective only for a few hours.

Won't you let me see

the results of your experiment?

Sorry. When my experiments are completed...

I will show the results to the entire worid.

Not before.

Now, sir, I must wish you good day.

DR. YOGAMl:
Then there is nothing more

to be said?

Nothing.

Good day.

But remember this, Dr. Glendon.

The werewolf instinctively seeks to kill...

the thing it loves best.

Come in.

We're leaving now, Wilfred.

We?

I know it's a little early...

but Paul wants to stop at his flat and change.

Had you planned on getting home?

Naturally, I shall get Lee back.

Yes, of course. Thank you.

Darling, won't you change your mind

and come with us?

I listened

to all the childhood memories...

I care to hear for one night.

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