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I understand all right. You're one of the undead and I'm a werewolf.
Yes.
Get out of here, Jack!
David, tomorrow night is the full moon. You'll change, you'll become...
A monster. I know, I know.
You must take your own life now, David, before it's too late.
Jack, are you really dead?
What do you think?
I think I've lost my mind. I think you're not real. I think I'm asleep and you're a part of another bad dream.
You must believe me.
What, Jack? That tomorrow night beneath the full moon I'll sprout hair and fangs and eat people? Bullshit!
The canines will be real. You'll taste real blood! God damit, David, please believe me! You'll kill and make others like me! I'm not having a nice time, David! Don't allow this to happen again! You must take your own life!
I will not accept this! Now go away!
Hi, Jack.
Hi, David.
What can I say, Jack?
You don't have to say anything.
Aren't you going to say, 'I told you so'?
If I was still alive, I probably would.
You look awful.
Thank you.
I didn't mean it. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm not even sure it was me who killed those people. I don't remember doing it.
What about the zoo?
Well, even if I'm not the wolfman, I am crazy enough to do something like that. I mean, here I sit in Leicester Square talking to a corpse. I'm glad to see you, Jack.
I want you to meet some people.
David Kessler, this is Gerald Bringsly.
Hello.
Gerald is the man you murdered in the subway. We thought it best you didn't see him as he's a fresh kill and still pretty messy.
Because this must be stopped.
How shall I do it?
I could hang myself.
If you did it wrong, it would be painful. You'd choke to death.
Hello, David. I am Dr. Hirsch and this is a countryman of yours, Mr. Collins.
Where am I?
You're in a hospital in London.
London? Where's Jack? I had a strange dream.
I should think so after your recent traumatic experiences.
The guy I was with. Is he all right? How did I get to London?
Now, David, I want you to prepare yourself; your friend is dead.
Miss Price! Miss Price, please!
Get your fucking hands off me! What the hell is going on here?
How long have I been here?
You've been unconscious since you were brought in two weeks ago.
Two weeks?
You've suffered some rather severe cuts and bruises, lost a bit of blood, but nothing too serious; black and blue for a while. You'll have some dueling scars to boast of. That lunatic must have been a very fierce fellow. They say a mad man has the strength of ten.
Lunatic?
Now we've just given you a pretty strong sedative, so try to get some rest now. Miss Price will see to your needs. Rest now.
There were witnesses?
So they said.
How could there have been witnesses? It was so dark. We were running and I fell and Jack went to help me up and this thing came from nowhere... I don't understand what they're talking about.
In time I'm sure it will all come back to you.
Doctor, my memory is fine. It's my sanity I'm beginning to worry about.
You've never had bad dreams before?
Sure, as a kid. But never so real. Never so bizarre.
Did you get a good look at the man who attacked you?
I've told you, it wasn't a man. It was an animal. A big wolf or something. A rabid dog.
Yes.
Look, Dr. Hirsch, I know I've been traumatized, but Jack was torn apart. I saw him. A man can't do that to someone with his bare hands.
You'd be surprised what horrors a man is capable of.
Did you see Jack?
No. In fact, your wounds were cleaned and dressed before you arrived here.
Did you talk to the police in East Proctor? Did the cops go to The Slaughtered Lamb?
I really don't know.
Then why the hell are you so quick to disbelieve me? You yourself said it must have taken incredible strength to tear apart a person like that.
David, please. The police are satisfied. I'm certain that if a monster were out roaming northern England we'd have seen it on the telly.
You really think I'm crazy, don't you?
Believe me. The Hound of the Baskervilles was an invention of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's. And if you'd read the bloody book, you'd find that Holmes discovered your house of hell a fraud, a fake.
Dr. Hirsch? I'd rather not be by myself.
Of course not, David. I'll fetch in young Miss Price.
Mr. Kessler? Wake up, please.
I was having a nightmare.
Now go back to sleep so you'll be fresh for Dr. Hirsch in the morning.
What time is it?
It's nearly eight. I'm off duty shortly, then I'm off to the films with Alex.
Alex?
Miss Price, the other nurse that attended you.
What are you going to see?
An American film about the Mafia called 'See You Next Wednesday', and I want to see it badly, so you give me no problems and go to sleep.
Do you have bad dreams, too?
Some, everyone does.
Yes, but does everyone kill Bambi?
Bambi?
Here, Gladys, Tom. Did you hear the one about the crashing plane?
No, but we're about to.
You be quiet, woman, and let me speak.
Quiet, everyone! Hush! Shhh!
All right, laugh then. I shan't tell it.
Oh, come on, tell us.
No. You've had your chance.
Oh, all right. There was this airplane over the Atlantic on its way to New York. It was full of men from the United Nations.
That's very funny, that is.
No one brought them here! No one wanted them here!
You could have told them!
Why are you doing this to me, Jack?
This isn't Mr. Goodman's idea. He is your good friend, whereas I am a victim of your carnivorous lunar activities.
Mr. Bringsly, I'm sorry. I have absolutely no idea what to say to you.
You've left my wife a widow and my children fatherless. And I understand that I am to walk the earth one of the living dead until the wolf's bloodline is severed and the curse lifted.
That's easy for you to say you're already dead.
No, David. Harry and I and everyone you murder are not dead. The undead.
Why are you doing this to me?

I understand all right. You're one of the undead and I'm a werewolf.

Yes.

Get out of here, Jack!

David, tomorrow night is the full moon. You'll change, you'll become...

A monster. I know, I know.

You must take your own life now, David, before it's too late.

Jack, are you really dead?

What do you think?

I think I've lost my mind. I think you're not real. I think I'm asleep and you're a part of another bad dream.

You must believe me.

What, Jack? That tomorrow night beneath the full moon I'll sprout hair and fangs and eat people? Bullshit!

The canines will be real. You'll taste real blood! God damit, David, please believe me! You'll kill and make others like me! I'm not having a nice time, David! Don't allow this to happen again! You must take your own life!

I will not accept this! Now go away!

Hi, Jack.

Hi, David.

What can I say, Jack?

You don't have to say anything.

Aren't you going to say, 'I told you so'?

If I was still alive, I probably would.

You look awful.

Thank you.

I didn't mean it. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm not even sure it was me who killed those people. I don't remember doing it.

What about the zoo?

Well, even if I'm not the wolfman, I am crazy enough to do something like that. I mean, here I sit in Leicester Square talking to a corpse. I'm glad to see you, Jack.

I want you to meet some people.

David Kessler, this is Gerald Bringsly.

Hello.

Gerald is the man you murdered in the subway. We thought it best you didn't see him as he's a fresh kill and still pretty messy.

Because this must be stopped.

How shall I do it?

I could hang myself.

If you did it wrong, it would be painful. You'd choke to death.

Hello, David. I am Dr. Hirsch and this is a countryman of yours, Mr. Collins.

Where am I?

You're in a hospital in London.

London? Where's Jack? I had a strange dream.

I should think so after your recent traumatic experiences.

The guy I was with. Is he all right? How did I get to London?

Now, David, I want you to prepare yourself; your friend is dead.

Miss Price! Miss Price, please!

Get your fucking hands off me! What the hell is going on here?

How long have I been here?

You've been unconscious since you were brought in two weeks ago.

Two weeks?

You've suffered some rather severe cuts and bruises, lost a bit of blood, but nothing too serious; black and blue for a while. You'll have some dueling scars to boast of. That lunatic must have been a very fierce fellow. They say a mad man has the strength of ten.

Lunatic?

Now we've just given you a pretty strong sedative, so try to get some rest now. Miss Price will see to your needs. Rest now.

There were witnesses?

So they said.

How could there have been witnesses? It was so dark. We were running and I fell and Jack went to help me up and this thing came from nowhere... I don't understand what they're talking about.

In time I'm sure it will all come back to you.

Doctor, my memory is fine. It's my sanity I'm beginning to worry about.

You've never had bad dreams before?

Sure, as a kid. But never so real. Never so bizarre.

Did you get a good look at the man who attacked you?

I've told you, it wasn't a man. It was an animal. A big wolf or something. A rabid dog.

Yes.

Look, Dr. Hirsch, I know I've been traumatized, but Jack was torn apart. I saw him. A man can't do that to someone with his bare hands.

You'd be surprised what horrors a man is capable of.

Did you see Jack?

No. In fact, your wounds were cleaned and dressed before you arrived here.

Did you talk to the police in East Proctor? Did the cops go to The Slaughtered Lamb?

I really don't know.

Then why the hell are you so quick to disbelieve me? You yourself said it must have taken incredible strength to tear apart a person like that.

David, please. The police are satisfied. I'm certain that if a monster were out roaming northern England we'd have seen it on the telly.

You really think I'm crazy, don't you?

Believe me. The Hound of the Baskervilles was an invention of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's. And if you'd read the bloody book, you'd find that Holmes discovered your house of hell a fraud, a fake.

Dr. Hirsch? I'd rather not be by myself.

Of course not, David. I'll fetch in young Miss Price.

Mr. Kessler? Wake up, please.

I was having a nightmare.

Now go back to sleep so you'll be fresh for Dr. Hirsch in the morning.

What time is it?

It's nearly eight. I'm off duty shortly, then I'm off to the films with Alex.

Alex?

Miss Price, the other nurse that attended you.

What are you going to see?

An American film about the Mafia called 'See You Next Wednesday', and I want to see it badly, so you give me no problems and go to sleep.

Do you have bad dreams, too?

Some, everyone does.

Yes, but does everyone kill Bambi?

Bambi?

Here, Gladys, Tom. Did you hear the one about the crashing plane?

No, but we're about to.

You be quiet, woman, and let me speak.

Quiet, everyone! Hush! Shhh!

All right, laugh then. I shan't tell it.

Oh, come on, tell us.

No. You've had your chance.

Oh, all right. There was this airplane over the Atlantic on its way to New York. It was full of men from the United Nations.

That's very funny, that is.

No one brought them here! No one wanted them here!

You could have told them!

Why are you doing this to me, Jack?

This isn't Mr. Goodman's idea. He is your good friend, whereas I am a victim of your carnivorous lunar activities.

Mr. Bringsly, I'm sorry. I have absolutely no idea what to say to you.

You've left my wife a widow and my children fatherless. And I understand that I am to walk the earth one of the living dead until the wolf's bloodline is severed and the curse lifted.

That's easy for you to say you're already dead.

No, David. Harry and I and everyone you murder are not dead. The undead.

Why are you doing this to me?