Werewolf of London Page #3

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Run along, dear.

Run along and enjoy yourself.

I want you to see what I've done

with that brocade you brought me.

Put off those beastly lights, I tell you!

Wilfred, what on earth's the matter?

Sorry, darling. I've been putting

some medicine in my eyes...

and the lights hurt them.

I just wanted you to see my coat.

Some other time, please.

Good night, Wilfred.

Good night.

Good night, Dr. Glendon.

Good night, sir.

Lisa.

Good night, my darling.

Scenes that are brightest

May charm

awhile

Hearts which are brightest

And eyes that smile

Lisa! Get off my train!

I hate it when I step on a train.

I shall take you home in a minute.

- Alice, my dear.

- Oh, my dear.

How amazing of you

to succeed in bringing your son.

She's singing Scenes That Are Brightest.

She sings Botticelli divinely.

One doesn't sing Botticelli. One paints him.

Oh, yes. I forgot for the moment.

Lisa, dear. Charming. Paul, so good of you.

You two deep men should know each other.

Col. Forsythe, this is Dr. Yokohama.

We've met somewhere.

Yes.

Don't you just love moonlight,

Dr. Yokohama?

Makes everything so peaceful.

Isn't it romantic to have the Thames

lapping at your very threshold?

Sings me to sleep every night, positively.

That's the worst district in London

over there.

Knife you for a shilling, positively.

But what difference?

I always say, everything is fate.

Don't you agree with me?

What's that?

A lost soul perhaps.

Let's go in.

What is it, Hugh?

Just a dog, out for a little or no good.

It isn't a dog. It's a lost soul.

I think we'd better

get her upstairs, don't you?

My aunt is feeling a little ill, Dr. Yogami.

You know, you're a naughty girl.

Ettie Coombes, what's the matter with you?

One shouldn't drink at one's own parties.

But I get so nervous.

Ettie Coombes, you should

go on the water wagon.

Now, you come along to bed.

Don't worry. You'll be

perfectly all right in the morning.

I'm so nervous. I want to lie down.

Nothing to be nervous of.

Here we are.

Get to bed. You'll be okay in the morning.

I've been so frightened.

Open the window.

Yes, of course I will. Air will do her good.

Do you know she's nearly asleep now?

Come on. Let's go.

What's that horrible sound? What is it?

Well, if I were back on the ranch...

I'd say it was a coyote with a bad dream.

But in London, I don't know.

Can't tell me that's a dog.

You are quite right. It isn't a dog.

I say, you're trembling.

All right, I'll go.

Don't go up there, Mrs. Glendon.

Don't let any of the women come upstairs.

Just a moment. If you'll all stand back.

What's the matter in here?

What's wrong?

The devil's been here. He had green eyes.

He clawed at me. He was covered with hair.

There, there. You've had

a bad nightmare, that's all.

If anyone dares to tell me

I've been dreaming...

I shan't answer for the consequences.

Nobody will.

Come along.

You'll be much better if you sit down.

You sit down here. You'll be all right.

My wicked woridliness

has caught up with me at last.

The Babu of Goroka always said it would.

There. Never mind.

I'm not here in my official capacity...

but I think I can say with conviction...

that no devil or any man has come

through this window tonight.

Yes. I think our hostess

has been mixing her drinks.

That's a very excellent deduction.

A horrible feeling. I've been like it myself.

We all do it at times.

It's getting quite late.

The party must be over.

Shall we have one before we go?

I'll have one.

- Lee, I'll wait for you.

- All right.

Can I drop you anywhere?

- Anything else, sir?

- Nothing.

This flower looks to have

slipped off and died on its own.

Whatever is it, sir?

I've never seen nothing like it.

Let that flower alone!

I meant no harm, sir.

It's only that I'm so fond of flowers...

my fingers always want to touch them.

I'm sorry, Millie.

Here. Take these and buy yourself

a pot of primroses or something.

Thank you, sir.

Go on, Jenkins. You heard the cries...

and you ran in the direction

from which they came.

Yes, sir. And bloodcurdling they was.

I took off as fast as anybody could...

that was suffering from broken arches.

Broken arches acquired

in the line of duty, sir.

It was some minutes

before you located the fatality?

Good morning. I'm a little early.

No. Did you see the papers?

No.

Just read this.

Go on, Jenkins.

At Goose Lane, me arches crack,

and I come a cropper.

- Go on.

- Then I see what I see.

My stomach takes such a turn,

my arches crack again.

Goose Lane.

This thing must have happened

near Miss Ettie's house.

Yes, quite near.

There were wounds on the girl's throat...

a wild animal might have made.

Well, if that wasn't a wolf I heard

baying last night, I'm crazy.

You know, our dear Aunt Ettie...

may not have mixed her drinks

as badly as we thought.

In view of this occurrence...

I'm inclined to wonder myself

whether there's any connection.

But whatever Miss Coombes saw,

it wasn't a wolf.

No. Not in London. You may be sure of that.

I see I can't help you.

But I've only one other

brilliant suggestion to make.

How about a werewolf then?

This is Scotland Yard, my boy,

not Grimm's Fairy Tales.

"There are more things in heaven

and Earth, Horatio." You know.

It's a funny thing. When I was

flying in Yucatn last year...

- the authorities went cuckoo over...

- Who?

I beg your pardon, sir.

I mean, the authorities

were gravely concerned...

with a series of murders,

not unlike this one...

and they were always preceded

by the howling of a wolf.

And then one night...

they shot something

slinking through the hills...

and the murders ceased.

- They said it was a werewolf.

- Who were they?

All right.

But if any more of your citizens

are found stark and cold...

just remember, nephew warned you.

I think I might be able to persuade

Wilfred to go, too. Yes.

Anyhow I'll expect you, Paul.

Dinner at 8:
00. Goodbye.

Good morning, Wilfred.

Good morning, dear.

I've just been talking to Paul.

He suggests that we all go

for a moonlight ride tonight.

I'm sorry. I can't go.

There's something wrong, darling.

Very, very wrong.

Why do you say that?

Won't you tell me what it is?

Nothing. I shall be all right.

I wish we could burn

that wretched laboratory...

and everything in it.

Darling, you're not happy.

I know when you used to work...

you were single-tracked and absorbed.

But you were thrilled, excited.

Now something about you frightens me.

Lisa, you mustn't say such things.

You're short-tempered with me now.

You never used to be.

You seem to have found

someone sufficiently pleasant...

to make up for it.

You're being utterly hateful.

I'm sorry.

Just bear with me a little while longer.

You really want me

to go on that ride tonight?

- If you only knew how much.

- All right, then. I'll go.

I do love you, Lisa.

You know that, don't you?

Hawkins.

Yes, sir. Coming, sir.

You called, sir?

Hawkins, I've got to get away for tonight.

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