Wolfen Page #3

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There! Inside!

"The devil on one shoulder,

an angel on the other."

- What?

- Let's get out of here!

Did you hear that?

Wind.

I haven't been to a place like this

since school.

You really know

how to treat a woman, Wilson.

This isn't a date, Neff.

What do you think it was?

Kids.

Junkies.

Hallucinations. I don't know.

Have you killed anyone?

Well, I wounded someone.

I shot a rookie in the leg, cleaning my gun

in the locker room second week in uniform.

Have you?

Why don't you ask how many?

Thank you.

You sure it wasn't a snake? You know,

New Yorkers just ape-sh*t about snakes.

You see, you don't have to walk them.

Cobras, pythons, boas, rattlers.

You got more snakes in the Apple

than in the Amazon.

The Medical Examiner

sends us dozens to identify.

They're coming up out of the toilets,

biting people on the ass.

Course, snakes don't have hairs.

You people got something with hairs.

Yes. Any idea what it is?

It's a carnivore. You got yourself

some kind of meat-eater. A bear.

A cat. Something like that.

Nature works. We don't.

The basic unit's flawed.

Someday, you'll have to blow away

like an ash anyway, right?

Tilt, gone.

Goodbye diet dog food!

The hair on the left

was found in Manhattan.

The hair on the right, in the South Bronx.

- Canis lupus.

- Canis lupus?

Yeah. You want to meet him?

Wake up, boy. We got friends for lunch.

Come on. Down, boy.

- Those were wolf hairs?

- You bet!

I can't quite place the subspecies.

They were 40-odd, but it's lupine.

Any wild around New York?

No. I wish. We wiped them out

around the turn of the century in the east.

They went the way of the Indians.

The Genocide Express.

There used to be millions.

Now just a few in the Rockies.

- What are you trying to pin on the big bad?

- A murder case.

What? A hitman in a fur coat?

Hairs were found on the victim.

With all the psychos in New York...

...you're trying to pin this

on an endangered species?

Could a wolf do that?

You're serious?

No way. These aren't animal wounds.

- Could you train a wolf?

- Then it wouldn't be a wolf.

Absolutely not.

People kill people.

Wolves don't kill people. That's a myth.

And they're too smart.

They're like Indians.

Wolves and Indians evolved

and were destroyed simultaneously.

Their societies are

practically one and the same.

They're tribal. They look out for their own.

They don't overpopulate,

and they're superb hunters.

- Do you know anything about NAM?

- As in Viet?

As in Native American Movement.

Broken Elbow, Wounded Knee?

Very little.

They haven't been active in our area.

I doubt Indians

have anything to do with this.

Eddie Holt.

- Who's he?

- The Crazy Horse of the '70s.

The only one

of our local militants left alive...

...who's not making money

off of Levi commercials.

I arrested him and his friends

before they blew up Federal Hall.

The $24 deed was in there?

He did four years for manslaughter.

Killed an Apple.

What's an Apple?

A conservative Indian.

Red on the outside, white inside.

He's been out about six months.

Why would he kill Van der Veer?

Maybe they want Manhattan back.

Van der Veer owned a hell of a chunk of it.

Motivation's your department.

- Where is he now?

- On the steel.

What's that?

High steel. The Indians build

most of the bridges and skyscrapers.

- You're looking for Eddie?

- Yeah.

- He's up there.

- Can you bring him down?

I will. In about four hours.

You want to talk to him? Go on up.

You want to wait, the bar's over there.

- Where are the stairs?

- There aren't any.

So you guys do have a head for heights.

Just like we're born alcoholics, huh?

You want to be a hero,

you get yourself a hero's job.

- Keeping out of trouble up here, Eddie?

- Best I can. I got a good job and good pay.

Parlez-vous politics on the side?

Politics?

You live in the past as much as I do.

Little smoking, little drinking.

That's about it.

You keep in touch?

With what?

The guy next door, your mother, what?

- Mother Nature.

- Sure.

I can swim like a fish

and I f*** like a bunny.

- I can shift with the best of them.

- Shift?

Shape-shifting. We do it for kicks.

- Oh, yeah?

- Turn ourselves into a different animal.

- One night a salmon, next night a deer.

- Or a wolf?

Sure.

Or an eagle.

Come on, Dewey.

Just flap your arms and jump. It's easy.

Go on. It's all in the head.

That'd be murder.

- You wouldn't kill anyone else, would you?

- That's what they pay you to find out.

He works for us.

- Eddie Holt works for ESS?

- Indirectly.

He was installing

communication equipment for us.

But what's really interesting

is that he was on the bridge...

...when the Van der Veer's crossed

Sunday morning.

He showed up at about 5:00 a.m.,

drunk or stoned...

...or maybe it was an act.

Strange bird.

He's always up on those bridges.

The guards thought nothing of it.

They watch him

through night-viewing devices.

He just sits up there.

Talking to ancestors.

- He didn't come any nearer to the Battery?

- Not that anybody saw.

Maybe they didn't recognize him.

Don't do that kind of sh*t, man!

So you ghouls do get the creeps

down here.

What's he have to say?

No, it's what Ferguson will say.

He's on his way down.

These Bronx parts are mighty interesting.

They come from eight different people,

and each one of them...

Now stand by,

every f***ing piece is diseased.

Cirrhotic liver, cancerous lung,

diseased heart...

Hospital garbage.

A heart, liver, you can't live without them.

Why take them out?

So, mutilation...

Well, that's what I'm thinking, too,

until Sayad here shows me his card.

Look at this.

Those faint striation patterns

on his throat...

...and on his wrists, and on those parts.

They're all identical.

They're all alike.

Not cuts.

Tears.

- You mean, like teeth?

- Very sharp teeth.

Something out there

might be eating people.

- But not eating those.

- Right. Right.

Right. They're not eating these.

And how do they know they're diseased?

It took me 24 hours with all this sh*t

I got to work with here to find that out.

- Must be smart.

- Damn smart.

It's a predator.

One with two feet and a warped brain.

Homo sapiens. The worst in the lot.

Cannibalism? People eating people?

Come on, Fergie,

those aren't human teeth marks.

Fergie, come on around here, man.

And look at these striations in the scope.

Now that's off his wrist.

That's from the throat.

- Is it an animal?

- Maybe.

Well, it ain't human.

Shape-shifting.

The body's just a physical expression

of the soul.

The soul can shift the body

into any shape it wants.

Kind of survival of the shiftiest.

- What is that sh*t?

- Reality is just a state of mind.

You change the mind, you can change the...

Fergie! Please!

The striations, man, in the scope.

I just got here. Give me time.

What are you,

double-parked or something?

- What else you got?

- Well, I got my Bronx liver.

You done a phosphoresus on this?

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