Wolfen Page #4

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I missed dinner for this.

You want to order a pizza?

No, man, I feel like some ribs.

Dewey, I told you, man.

It's all in the head.

When a wolf pack confronts a moose,

their eyes lock.

If the moose stands its ground,

the wolves will pass.

If he runs,

this tells the wolf he's ready to die.

Jaw pressure:

Pulverizing bones as big as baseball bats.

Auditory range:
100,000 cycles.

Bat sonar down to earth tremors.

Visual acuity:

Range:
100 millimicrons ultraviolet

to 2,000 millimicrons infrared.

Heat vision.

Maximum speed:
40 miles per hour.

Yeah, hello, I want to report a fire.

I don't know the number.

The building's in blazes. You can't miss it.

It's at 64th Street and Fifth Avenue.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah. I'm Peter. Peter Wolf.

I knew you were here.

Oh, my God!

What is it?

Is it Eddie Holt?

It's all very weird, Dew.

And it ain't just New York.

I started out with just Newark and Philly...

...cross-referencing spare parts rooms

with their ME reports.

Dew! We got verification on our M.O.!

New Orleans came up with a hair!

A goddamn Canis lupis hair.

On a diseased human liver.

And I'm checking other cities.

Do you realize

how many people disappear?

Vanish every year without a trace?

I think I know where they're going.

No, man, no.

I don't know, between me and Fergie,

last I spoke to him...

...we can't come up with anything

that's got the capacity to do all this.

Have you seen Professor Ferguson?

Okay. Solid, solid.

Fergie never went home last night.

His mother called up. Freaked out!

What is this?

Maybe we should put out

an All Points on him.

- Victim or suspect?

- Fergie?

No, man. I know Fergie for five years.

He's weird, but he ain't that weird.

Maybe we should show this

to the Commissioner.

Show what?

How 'bout some corroboration?

You get slammed

into a psychiatric review board...

You know, man, this is...

And you can't eat just one.

Right, Doc? Can't eat just one?

- Stand by.

- Should see him right now.

Do you know the group Gtterdmmerung?

Absolutely. The first connection

that I had with Hans Meyer...

...who founded the group,

was eight years ago at the Sorbonne.

We've been operating in the States

for the past year and a half.

You could say we've harassed the boys

who are calling the shots.

- Like the Van der Veers?

- Yes. Like the Van der Veers.

- Harass might include assassination?

- Absolutely.

Give me a replay on that.

Harass might include assassination?

Absolutely.

Notify Warren and the FBI.

Listen, I hate violence, Dew.

But if violence comes...

...l'm ready.

I'm a dead shot and a karate expert.

My whole body's a weapon.

I'm not even going to ask.

Ross and the Feds have got a big play.

- We're invited. You don't need a tie.

- Don't like parties.

You and Whittington stay here

and play with hairs and dead derelicts.

There's a connection.

To Van der Veer? That's a big jump

from the South Bronx to Wall Street.

On Sunday mornings, folks like to dress up

and go downtown to eat.

Do they?

Why didn't they eat Van der Veer?

- He's got to taste better than a junkie.

- I don't know.

But do you know

how many people disappear daily?

- Hey! Twenty-eight years.

- Right, you know. Hundreds.

Nobody gives a sh*t

until it's somebody who'll be missed.

So?

So the APB on Ferguson

is coming up goose eggs.

- Who?

- Dr. Ferguson.

Listen, what the f*** have you got?

Nothing...

...yet!

- Whit, you take that building over there.

- Yeah.

- That'll be a good place.

- All right.

Go to the third floor

and look for the church.

You should see the church

from that side, okay?

- Yeah, all right.

- Rig up your mike and I'll be in touch.

A**hole.

Whit, where are you?

Check the light.

Black moon over Manhattan.

I'll tell you, Dew,

I'm starting to feel a little foolish out here.

Ain't going to bag no game tonight, man.

They're too smart for you, babe.

Probably eating in town tonight.

A little white meat, little stuffing...

...brandy, cigars...

They're here.

"They're here."

Hey, where are you going?

What the hell are you doing, man?

I'll just take a look.

See you around.

You gonna check the tower?

So? Anything?

Dew? What's going on?

F***ing birds!

Does that thing have a basement?

Getting a little excited, Dew?

Pants getting wet yet?

Goddamn it, Whittington!

Gtterdmmerung.

Alleged suspects

of the Van der Veer slaying.

The subjects were defeated

with light resistance.

Look at that.

Punch up the arrest.

Check with the boss. See how much time

we have before releasing this to the news.

It's not wolves. It's Wolfen.

For 20,000 years, Wilson,

...the Skins and the wolves,

great hunting nations, lived together.

Nature in balance.

Then the slaughter came.

The smartest ones...

...they went underground.

Into the new wilderness. Your cities.

Into the great slum areas,

the graveyard of your f***ing species.

These great hunters

became your scavengers.

Your garbage, your abandoned people

became their new meat animal.

- But they're only...

- Animals? Are you sure, Wilson?

They might be gods.

In their eyes...

...you are the savage.

You got your technology, but you lost.

You lost your senses.

They can see two looks away.

They can hear clouds pass overhead.

In their world,

there can be no lies, no crime.

No need for detectives.

- They are brothers.

- No! They are other nations.

Their world is older.

More finished, more complete.

- They kill.

- The sick, the abandoned.

- Those who will not be missed.

- More than that.

They kill to survive. They kill to protect.

- Family?

- Man kills for less.

But in the end, it is all for hunting ground.

You've seen them, haven't you?

You don't have the eyes of the hunter.

You have the eyes of the dead.

Sh*t, man! This is all just Indian jive.

We've been watching

too many cowboy movies.

Don't even think

about believing any of this sh*t.

It's the 20th century.

We've got it all figured out.

Family.

Hunting.

Hunting.

Hunting.

Territory.

Territory.

Terrorism.

Terror.

Ground breaking.

Ground breaking ceremony.

In the largest urban renewal project

since the early '70s...

...construction on Van der Veer Tower,

the luxury condominium complex...

...started today.

It marks the beginning

of the rebirth of this city.

They kill to protect their hunting ground.

...South Bronx with a silver shovel...

...surrounded by notable personalities

of the tri-state area.

Twenty-eight acres of deserted rubble

will be...

Mr. Van der Veer's real estate project.

Ground breaking ceremony was Saturday.

Hunting ground.

Sorry, Dewey, I couldn't resist.

There's your wolf.

- What's this?

- It's your wolf hair.

We found it when

the Gtterdmmerung group was captured.

Their terrorist motto,

"The end of the world by wolves."

We had an informer.

We'll get a confession.

Come on, Dewey, let's get out of here.

Dewey, what happened?

Come on, Dewey. Car's over here.

I'll be god-f***ing-damned!

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