Werewolf of London Page #4

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I want you to watch over things

very carefully.

Yes, sir. I promise you,

no more flowers will be stolen.

That I can and will promise you, sir.

But this bud, sir.

The moon lamp, it don't seem

to bring it out, does it?

No.

Well, sir, the real moon will be out

in a couple of hours.

Maybe that'll bring it out all right, sir.

That'll be too late, Hawkins.

That'll be too late.

I want you to keep

the moon ray going.

Yes, sir. Certainly, sir.

Wilfred, we'll have to hurry...

if we want to see the moon

rise over the Downs.

I can't go.

I've to go down to Leicestershire

for a few days to see Bransby.

I'm sorry, sir.

I've just had a wire from him about

a shipment of bulbs from Burma.

Can't you put it off until tomorrow,

and ride tonight?

I can't. And you're not to go riding, either.

What?

- I forbid it, do you hear?

- Forbid it?

I can't have my wife

gallivanting around the country...

in the moonlight, with a total stranger.

Hardly that, Dr. Glendon.

I planned to ride, Wilfred,

and I intend to ride.

Very well. If you must...

then promise me that you'll get back

before the moon rises.

Promise me that.

I'll promise you nothing of the sort.

I shall ride tonight,

tomorrow night, the next night...

in fact, every night there's a moon.

Come, Paul.

Don't go.

Of course I'm going.

- Here's to you, Mrs. Moncaster.

- And here's to you, Mrs. Whack.

That's the first I've had today.

- How's your son, dearie?

- He's doing splendid.

Did I tell you he was a foreman

in a pants factory?

- No.

- Yes.

And the warden says he's

the best prisoner he's ever had...

in the penitentiary.

I always knew that boy

would amount to something.

Is your tripe tough, Mrs. Moncaster?

- Not at all.

- Mine is.

It ain't tripe you're eating. It's your veil.

Oh, Lord.

I want two gins for two ladies.

Two ladies?

Where's the other lady?

Man, what's the matter with your sight?

I'm the both of them.

I beg your pardon.

Could you tell me of anyone in this

neighbourhood with rooms to let?

Try Mrs. Moncaster in there...

the lady with the feathers,

eating the plate of tripe.

- Thank you.

- He seems to have a secret sorrow.

Which one of you ladies has rooms?

I have. And most reasonable.

Three shillings a week for a gentleman.

And the rooms is splendid.

Don't you pay attention

to the lying old hypocrite, sir.

Now, my rooms is...

That's my dearest friend, Mrs. Whack.

But she don't understand

the ethics of business.

Now, are your intentions

by the night or by the week?

- I'll take the room by the week.

- Then this way, sir.

It's just across the court.

Right here. This way.

If you'll follow me, sir.

It's going to be a fine night after all.

I do hate taking my plumes out in the wet.

Are you a single gentleman, sir?

Singularly single, madam.

More single than I ever realised

is possible for a human being to be.

You don't say.

What would you say, if I were

to tell you that it was possible...

for a man to turn into a werewolf?

I'd say I was Little Red Riding Hood.

There's my gilt and splendid parlour, sir.

You're single, and I'm single.

Ain't that a coincidence?

Ten years I was married to

Moncaster. Ain't seen him in 20.

He run away to Australia.

What a man he was.

Used to come home from his work

all portered up...

hit the baby with the plate,

throw the gravy in the grate...

spear the canary with a fork.

And with his heavy

hobnail boots...

black-and-blue me from head to foot...

and all because I forgot

to have crackling on the pork.

Here's your room, sir.

Don't let this happen to me.

Father in Heaven,

don't let this happen to me again.

If it must happen, keep me here.

Keep me away from Lisa.

Keep me away from the thing I love.

Mrs. Moncaster.

Oh, you poor dear.

I'm sorry I hit you, Mrs. Whack.

Say no more about that, Mrs. Moncaster.

What's going on here?

He grips me, swipes me,

swats me one in the breadbasket...

and slams the door in me face.

Do you call that a gentleman?

I thought perhaps you might want

some help. That's why I come in.

Strange noises have been coming

from his room, Mrs. Whack.

I don't know what I've let myself in for.

I'd use me passkey and have a look.

Take a peek through the keyhole first.

Where have you been?

I've been waiting more than

Them wolves have been

acting queerly all night.

Hear them?

Wolves is nothing to me.

Give me a nice kiss, Alf.

I hadn't ought to do this.

Me with a wife and kids.

But you don't love your wife

and your kids. You love me.

Them blasted wolves.

What's the matter with them tonight?

What a fool you are.

A young fellow like you...

tied to a white-faced, whimpering,

scarecrow of a woman.

But you're going to leave her

and come with me, ain't you?

Maybe.

Wait a minute.

I've got to see what's happening.

Why, Mrs. Whack,

what keeps you up so late?

I felt I couldn't go to bed, ngel...

without coming back to see how you was.

I ain't exactly bubbling.

- Is he back?

- Vanished as if he was air.

He must have been a hairy man.

I suppose you don't happen to have

a nip about you anywhere.

No. Ain't it unfortunate?

He's back.

How did he get in?

I been sitting here all night.

Better go up and see what he's about now.

Put your eye to the keyhole.

And you keep off my jaw, Mrs. Whack.

Why, Mrs...

Mrs. Whack.

What is it?

Come here.

Look.

Pull yourself together. Come on.

I wonder if you saw

what I saw...

or if I saw what you saw.

And I better run for the police.

No. We've seen something

better left unsaid to the police.

- They might say we've been drinking.

- Maybe we have.

By any chance, did you find a bottle?

No, my love.

But if I saw what I thought I saw...

I've had my last bottle.

And it had better be the same with you.

Now, I'm speaking to you

as a sister to a sister.

That's right. Now, that's...

Let's get inside.

Shut it out.

Sorry, Tom.

Nice doings at the zoo.

What does The Herald say?

Usual thing:
"What's the matter

with Scotland Yard?"

What do the papers think we are?

The eyes that see all?

Old Forsythe's bobbing up and down

like a balloon that can't land.

And, Evans.

Yes, sir.

If I don't get a definite report on

both these atrocities by 6:00 p. M...

I promise you, you'll all be seeking

new professions by tomorrow morning.

- Good day.

- Good day, sir.

Uncle, this is Dr. Yogami

of the University of Carpathia.

Sit down.

YOGAMl:
Thank you.

Ever since the other night,

I've been wondering where I met you.

I called on you

seven years ago...

to enlist the resources of Scotland Yard...

for an unfortunate mortal

afflicted with lycanthrophobia.

Yes. I recall it.

You thought I was mad.

What can we do for you now?

Your department is trying

to solve two murders.

There will be other murders tonight,

and tomorrow night.

Also next month,

when the moon is full again...

unless you realise, sir, there is

a werewolf abroad in London.

Yes, my nephew has similar ideas.

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