Werewolf of London Page #5

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What do you want us

to do about it?

You must seize the only specimen

of the Mariphasa plant in England.

And where shall I get this posy?

In the private laboratory

of Dr. Wilfred Glendon.

That flower is the

only known antidote for werewolfery.

Yes, a very interesting folktale...

but of no value to the police.

I warn you, sir...

unless you secure this plant...

and discover the secret

of nurturing it in this country...

there'll be an epidemic...

that will turn London into a shambles.

We'll take precautions

for the protection of London.

There is a wolf wandering about,

but not the supernatural one.

That, I think,

disposes of our murders.

But that wolf escaped last night.

That wolf will be captured.

But the murder in Goose Lane

was two nights ago.

Do not worry about the animal from the zoo.

Whether you catch it or not,

will not matter much...

tonight.

Why, sir, you give me quite a start, sir.

That one bud, sir, it seems rather stubborn.

It doesn't seem to want to come out,

does it, sir?

I'm afraid it's no use, Hawkins.

It will only need another night.

Another night?

Why, sir...

you look as if it was

a matter of life and death, sir.

Perhaps we can speed it up, sir.

At least we can try, can't we?

- You never fail me, do you, Hawkins?

- No, sir.

Listen. I haven't been here.

- You haven't seen me.

- Why, of course not, sir.

I've got to get away. Immediately.

I can't stay here.

I can't stay here

with this stubborn Mariphasa.

Why, Mr. Glendon,

whatever brings you here?

- I'm spending the night here.

- I am glad, sir.

And my wife will be happy to cook

one more supper for you, sir.

I don't want anyone to know that

I'm here. Not even Mrs. Timothy.

I want to be alone. I want to

get away from Glendon Manor...

away from my work, away from people.

I want to be alone and think.

You've often wanted to be alone

and think, haven't you, Timothy?

Yes, sir, but Mrs. Timothy

will be awful disappointed, sir.

You know, she's always talking

about the old days...

when Miss Lisa's mother and father

was alive...

and you would come courting here.

Hello, old fellow.

You remember me, don't you?

He seems glad to see me, Timothy.

Yes. Beans remembers the old days, too, sir.

Do you know

where I'm going to spend the night?

I was thinking of airing out

the best room in the west wing, sir.

No, don't do that.

I'm going to the Monk's Rest.

You can't do that, sir.

Why, it ain't been open for years.

Nevertheless, that's where I'm going

to spend the night.

You see, Miss Lisa and I,

we miss the old times, too.

Thank you, Timothy.

Why, there ain't even a bed, sir.

I shan't need a bed, Timothy.

- You'll be cold, I'm afraid, sir.

- If I am, I shall build a fire.

Here's the key, sir.

- Lock me in, Timothy.

- Pardon, sir?

Lock me in. Don't open that door

before sunrise.

Even if I call, pay no attention to it.

Keep that door locked till dawn.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

There it is, Paul. You can

just see it through the trees.

Dear old Falden.

I couldn't go back to America

without one look at it.

Let's get out of the car here and walk.

All right.

Lee, I can't tell you how strange

it seems coming back here...

after all these years.

This is where we used to hunt

for birds' eggs. Remember?

And this is where I proposed to you.

Do you remember that?

And then a bumblebee stung you.

How funny you looked.

My dear, I can't tell you how good

it is to hear you laugh again.

Lee, I love you so much.

Always have, always will.

Don't say that, Paul.

You promised you wouldn't.

We've been through it all before. It's no use.

But you're horribly, miserably unhappy.

Anyone can see that.

It's you who are making me unhappy, Paul.

Couldn't you care for me again?

I wouldn't tell you if I could.

I don't know why, Lee...

but I'm frightened for you.

Terribly frightened.

Don't be silly.

I can still beat you to the Monk's Tower.

It's on. I'll give you

a 10-yard start. Off you go.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

I've won!

So you've seen this monster before?

Yes. There was something

grotesquely familiar about it.

Then it suddenly struck me.

It was Wilfred Glendon.

Paul, pull yourself together.

Do you realise

what you're accusing Glendon of?

A man I've known all his life.

I repeat, sir. I fought

with Wilfred Glendon, a werewolf.

Where is Mrs. Glendon now?

At home, doors and windows locked.

Miss Coombes is with her.

They promised not to leave

the room until I got back.

Very well. I'll go to Glendon Manor

in my official capacity.

But I'm going to form my own conclusions...

- from what I see and hear.

- All right.

We've just found another victim

of this monstrous murderer:

A chambermaid at the Bedlington Hotel...

- killed some time last night.

- Very well. I'll be over.

There you are. There's your werewolf for you.

Unless it had seven-league boots...

it couldn't get to the Bedlington Hotel...

I'll tell you what. We'll go to the hotel...

and after that, if necessary,

we'll go to Glendon Manor.

I think it'll be necessary.

Usual thing. The place smelled

like a kennel when we came in.

You can still notice it.

Who occupied the room?

The guest's name was a Dr. Yogami, sir.

The same kind of lacerations?

Exactly, sir.

Yeah.

Look, sir. I just found these

in the wastepaper basket.

I've never seen

a flower like it before, have you?

No.

Yogami spoke of some rare plant

that Glendon had.

This must be it.

Buck up, my boy. You're not such a fool.

We'll drive down to Glendon Manor at once.

Right. I'll get my hat.

Dr. Glendon is not at home, sir.

- Was he here last night?

- I think not, sir.

Have you heard from Dr. Glendon?

No, we haven't heard a word from him.

Has Hawkins seen him?

No. He is not in the laboratory.

- Are you all right, Lisa?

- Yes. Don't worry.

Keep your door locked.

No report from the East End, sir.

No report from Yogami's apartment, sir.

We've heard nothing of Dr. Yogami.

Three men at Glendon's. Yes.

No, we're not afraid.

Glendon has not passed through Richmond.

Headquarters. No station reports

any trace of Dr. Glendon.

- Dr. Glendon!

- Quiet. Help me up.

The police have been searching

everywhere for you.

I know. The Mariphasa, has it bloomed yet?

No, but it's going to bloom.

That'll be all.

You needn't mention you've seen me.

No, sir. Of course not.

Yogami! You brought this on me...

that night in Tibet.

I'm sorry I can't share this with you.

Relax, Lisa. Relax.

Quick. Col. Forsythe.

Col. Forsythe has left

for Glendon Manor, madam.

It's Lisa. Don't you know me?

Wilfred!

Thanks for the bullet.

It was the only way.

In a few moments now...

I shall know why all of this had to be.

Lisa, goodbye.

Goodbye, Lisa.

I'm sorry...

I couldn't have made you happier.

In my report, I shall say...

that I shot him by accident...

while he was trying to protect his wife.

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