WolfCop Page #2

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Ooh!

Must have eaten something funky.

- Well, let's get you to bed.

- That sounds...

I'll be right back.

What the...

Aaargh!

Eeeargh!

Aaargh!

Aaah!

Oh! What the f***!

Jessica!

Morning, Lou Garou.

How's your butt?

Willie, what the hell?

I'm sorry man. I don't

take cops. I improvised.

What the hell's gotten into you?

Oh, that's exactly

what I was going to ask you.

Play.

- What are you showing me?

- That's you, Lou. Last night.

This is Willie.

I just shot Lou Garou.

He's a f***ing wolf. I just put

3 tranqs right into his back.

Lou? Wolf.

F***ing, he's out.

So who's crying wolf now?

Ok ok. So I washed

your uniform last night.

It was a little dirty dirty,

so I put it in the cold cycle.

A lot of blood.

I'm going to make you some breakfast.

- I think you shrunk it.

- What? What was that?

Thank you Willie for helping me.

You're welcome.

I could throw you in jail

for kidnapping an officer.

Yeah you could and

I could sell you to science.

- You are a real f***ing guy, Willie.

- Thank you.

Now for the secret ingredient.

You thirsty boy?

Have a dog.

Man, he likes to party.

- That proves it.

- What the f***!

Wolfbane! It was what we call

as vampire wolfbane. It's the...

Don't say it.

It's what you are. The things got your

f***ing senses going into overdrive.

Hey. I want you to listen. You may or

you may not just start to get your period.

I'm gonna make you some new eggs.

Don't bother.

Tina's coming.

I'll be damned.

Now, last night was the full moon.

So I did some research in

between now and the solar eclipse.

- I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you.

- For how long?

Two days, give or take.

But Lou, we gonna have

to lock you up tonight.

Come by the station at dusk.

Jesus, Lou. I've been

looking everywhere.

Good morning to you too.

What's your panic?

There's been another incident.

Jessica's bar.

Say, how did you

find me anyway?

It might come as a surprise

but I'm a police officer.

Lou, you know I've given up

expecting you to be a great cop.

But the least you could do is

be a cop that shows up on time.

Now, I don't know if you're ashamed, but

I do know that your dad sure sh*t would be.

- Jessie, thank you. We'll keep you posted.

- Well, thank you Ray.

Make yourself useful.

See Jessie to her car.

Chief, with all due respect,

between this and Wallace,

I think we're in over our head. Might

be time to bring someone in from the city.

This stays local.

You understand?

Maybe you could stop trying to do

my job and secure the crime scene.

- Mmm. How about that?

- Aah.

- Jess, I'm really sorry. I don't know...

- You weren't yourself, Lou.

- You didn't do this.

- Did I hurt you?

No. No, you saved me.

We'll talk later.

Lou.

That is some gnarly sh*t.

Don't!

Like a face.

Hey, kind of looks like you.

Oh, sorry I'm late, Chief.

Had to stop by at the Buritt.

Do some investigating.

So if you had to guess,

what happened here?

Two dead man in the bathroom,

if not for the excess of severed flesh,

I would have guessed lovers quarrel.

- Is that animal hair?

- I don't know. What do you think Lou?

Look! You've been covering me

a lot lately. Why don't you take off?

I'll cover the night shift.

- Are you drunk?

- That would be nice.

- Nice?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Well, this is nice.

One simple task.

Not to cop out..

and blow into me by 10 pm.

- Boss, we tried, but when we got there...

- You were late!

Timing is everything.

It's how the world runs,

it's how...

a business thrives.

Every second is precious.

Cause you see, time... is the

one thing that money can't buy.

- But he wasn't a... He was a...

- A what?

A big f***ing wolf.

- A wolf?

- Yeah. F***ing yeah.

Now are you sure that your

eyes weren't playing tricks on you?

I saw what I saw with my own eye.

Well, let's see then shall we?

Keep your eye on the time.

You dumb f***!

Hey!

You got any books on devil worship?

- Where did you find this?

- Library. It's been ... for use.

- The eee like jee, but I don't get this.

- Werewolves.

It says here, werewolves are

created in a baptism of blood.

The sacrifice of an innocent

turns another into a beast.

Yeah, that makes total sense.

According to this, werewolves

are pretty much impossible to kill

during phases of the full moon.

So it's usually a village idiot.

Village idiot?

Hey Lou, this is a book about you.

Someone easily contained

leading up to the reckoning.

What the hell is that?

I'm not a werewolf expert, man.

I don't know.

The reckoning.

The reason for the ritual.

The blood of beast is

drained during the solar eclipse

and the wolf is rendered weak.

Who the hell is my werewolf, Bud?

Looks like changeling,

shape-shifters.

Apparently the blood of one werewolf

can maintain their power for decades.

What do they do?

Crystallize it, drink it up like Tang?

Who f***ing does that?

What to do think of

myself when I'm a wolf?

I recognise you, man.

Same uniform plus you know...

You were drunk, so

I knew it was you. Why?

Well, we found 2 dead men this morning,

ripped to shreds in a bathroom.

And you think that was the hairy you?

Oh, I remember an attack.

Don't remember killing anyone, though.

You did seem like freak.

You're so strong, right?

You had all those...

teeth and those claws.

Plus you got that,

you know, low self esteem,

more like you daddy issues,

you now call it,

so you gotta have some rage, right?

That's a lethal combo, man.

I would have killed myself.

But hey, don't worry man.

Horse strength.

Street name:
See You in a F***ing Week.

Jesus, Willie, that's

enough to drop a hippo.

That's the plan.

Sh*t!

- Tweedle dee, tweedle dum.

- Just taking an official noise statement

- on those noise complaints.

- I made it... I means since his arrest.

Okay. You stay awake now.

You call me if anything comes up.

You bet.

Ah, yes sir.

F***!

Christ.

Lou! I'm so nervous.

Oh, I'm excited and nervous.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. It's exhilarating.

- Okay. Now, take off your gitch.

- No.

- Yeah, yeah. Take it off. For science.

- I'm not taking my gitch off, Willie.

Lose your gitch for science.

Lose your gitch.

Okay, turn around, hands

on the wall, bend over...

I'm just...

I'm talking about the...

Now you can, f***ing just like

transform right in that spot.

- Really?

- We got a shot.

Take off your gitch.

It's for science, man.

Just forget the gitch.

Hello.

You guys shooting a movie?

What? No!

It's a science movie.

Lou, can I talk to you for a second.

Alone.

I'll be back in a minute

and forty five seconds.

- What's going on with you?

- What do you mean?

You've gone from lazy to weird. And

you're spending a lot of time with Willie.

- He's helping me.

- Willie, is helping you?

- Okay, well now I'm worried.

- You wouldn't understand.

Wouldn't I? Willie, you and I

have more in common than not.

You know why I became a cop?

It's a long story.

My dad used to run the bar.

Chesters Bar.

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