Wolf Page #5

- Spread them.

- Spread your legs. Spread them.

- All right. He's clean. He's clean.

- What?

Clean. All right, put your hands

behind your back.

Hands behind your back.

Give them to me.

Hey.

Did you see that?

He got my cuffs.

- Hey, wait up.

- We ain't got any money.

- Well, we wanna borrow some money.

- Hey, wanna loan us some money?

All of you?

- Yeah.

- We all need some money.

I've got about $1000 in my wallet.

How much would you like to borrow?

Five dollars? Ten?

Cut the bullshit

and give me the wallet.

Sh*t! Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

Good morning, Mr. Randall.

This is Alice with your 8:00 wake-up.

You must've been a bad boy

last night.

I've been ringing you forever.

Mr. Randall?

As a matter of fact, Alice,

I was a very good boy last night.

I went to bed...

...so early, I don't even remember.

Big boys here yet?

Yes, sir. Conference room.

Deal memo in hand.

Don't even pretend

to have any doubts.

It's a pleasure

doing business with you, sir.

Will, I was just about

to come see you...

...tell you I talked to Alden

about the senior consultant position.

It's yours if you want it.

It's less pay, of course,

but so is Eastern Europe.

Well, thank you, Stewart,

but I've had a better offer.

Really?

That's wonderful. What house?

This one.

I don't understand.

It's fairly simple.

I did the same thing you did.

I nagged Alden

until he gave me your job.

When? I don't understand. When?

In my spare time.

I've had a lot of it lately.

Well, I've...

I guess...

I mean, I guess

I owe you some congratulations.

Yeah.

I guess the best man won.

Good. I'm glad, in a way. I mean...

...I couldn't have given it up,

and I didn't like the way I got it.

I hope we can work together

without rancor.

You're fired, Stewart.

Don't. Don't do it to me, Will.

It will ruin me.

I know...

...but it's best for the firm.

Give me a few months.

Let me say I quit.

No.

It wouldn't be best for the firm.

You vindictive son of a b*tch.

The best thing for the firm is me.

I'm the best thing this firm has,

and you f***ing know it.

This is f***ing rev-

- What are you, crazy?

- No.

I'm just marking my territory,

and you got in the way.

Gee, that's funny.

Nice.

Real nice.

- Suede shoes.

- Asparagus.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Will?

Please, can I talk to you...

...for a moment?

Just a moment of your time

for 16 years. That's pretty cheap.

What do you want?

I want to come back.

- No.

- I have no excuse.

I deserve anything you do to me.

I'm just...

...begging you to be kind.

Stewart become unlovable

now that he's out of my job?

I never loved Stewart.

It was a mistake, Will.

I'm going to talk to him.

Stewart never, for one moment,

meant anything to me.

And you think that makes it better?

That you betrayed me

over and over again...

...with a man that meant nothing

to you?

To know that you betrayed me

for nothing?

- Don't be such a smug ba-

- Don't touch me.

And keep away.

Hi. I thought I'd just come on up.

Have you been waiting for me?

I can't see you.

Come on, Will, open the door.

You can't do this to me twice.

Open it.

Excuse me.

I wonder if you could do me a favor.

Please go.

Why?

What's happened?

What have you done?

Where did you get those?

I want you to go.

No.

Tell me why you've done this.

It's getting late.

And I think I'm dangerous...

...especially at night.

And you're afraid that

when it gets dark, you'll attack me?

Yeah.

I think I'm turning into...

...something else.

Into the thing that bit you?

Into the wolf?

Yes.

- Tell me where the key is.

- I don't have a key.

I don't even know

where I got the handcuffs.

You don't have a key?

What was your plan? To sit chained

to the radiator till you grew paws?

God.

You almost make this seem

like it isn't happening.

I don't- I didn't...

I don't have a plan.

I didn't think past

not hurting anyone.

I don't think there's any way

to open these.

Well, you don't know

who you're dealing with.

You see...

...when you're a druggie

and a delinquent...

...and you wanna get Daddy...

...you get arrested.

You come in contact

with the criminal element of society...

...and, well, you pick up sh*t...

...that you think

you're never going to need.

And then you meet a guy

who chains himself to the radiator...

...and it all falls into place.

I don't...

Why do you want any...

...of this nightmare?

You mean, instead of the gaiety

and warmth of my normal life?

I don't know. Because I like you.

Because you're a good man...

...and that's very exotic to me.

I never thought I'd meet a good man

who looked at me the way you do.

- You don't know I'm a good man.

- Oh, yes, I do.

Then why is this happening?

I thought only the evil were cursed.

Oh, no, not at all.

I could have told you that.

No, the worst things

happen to the best people.

I almost had it.

You know...

...you might consider

that you're not...

...cursed at all, that you're sick.

I mean, there are brain tumors

that can cause all of your symptoms.

Tumors?

What are you saying?

Are you serious?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

- Oh, God, if only that could be true.

How we lower our sights.

I say...

...we get you examined for physical

causes before we take for granted...

...that you're becoming-

There we go. Okay, on your feet.

Let's get you re-handcuffed.

Well, maybe it isn't necessary.

Hands behind your back.

There.

Well, you seem pretty helpless now.

Yes.

Great.

It's interesting. What is it?

- It's a good-luck charm.

- Really?

Does it work?

Well...

...today isn't turning out too bad.

Laura.

Yes?

Nothing.

Not a thing.

- Who is it?

- Police.

Detective Sergeant Bridger, NYPD.

- Yes?

- Is William Randall here?

Why? What's wrong?

I'd rather tell Mr. Randall, ma'am.

He's in the shower.

Is it okay if I come in and wait?

- Will.

- Yeah?

There's some kind of a problem.

I understand.

I'm Will Randall,

and I'm renting this apartment.

If there were any complaints

about the noise last night-

No, Will, stop.

He's not the hotel manager.

He's a police detective.

Could I have a word with you

in private, Mr. Randall?

Well, that won't be necessary.

This is Ms. Smith, my fiance.

She can hear anything

that you have to say.

Your wife was found dead

this morning, Mr. Randall.

I'm sorry.

She was murdered

sometime late last night.

Her body was found in the park.

How was she killed?

Her throat was torn up.

- Sit down.

- No, I wanna stand up.

Would you mind telling me...

...when you saw your wife last,

Mr. Randall?

Last night.

Last night, here in the lobby.

- About 6.

- Did you argue?

Don't answer anything else, Will.

I'm just trying to clear up a fact,

Ms. Smith.

The clerk who was on last night said

Mr. Randall and his wife had argued.

So you already know they argued.

These are not straight questions.

Just refuse to answer.

Well, I would like to ask

Mr. Randall's whereabouts last night.

Certainly that's a straight question.

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