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What exactly did he call out?
He said 'Jack'.
That would be Jack Goodman, the boy who was killed.
What happened to them?
The police report said an escaped lunatic attacked them. He must have been a very powerful man. Although I really don't see that it is any of your concern, Miss Price.
No, sir. Of course, sir. Good day, Doctor.
Did he say a wolf?
Yes, I believe he did.
It's all right, Susan. Yes, Doctor, I have.
Come to my office, Miss Price.
Oh dear girl, your extracurricular activities are of no consequence to me. I don't give a damn who you sleep with. I'm concerned about David.
Yes, sir.
It's a full moon. Where is he?
At my flat. I'm off at midnight and...
He's not?
Alex, has David persisted in his werewolf fantasies?
Well, yes, but he seems to be more upset by the death of his friend.
Has his friend appeared to him again?
Yes.
What did he say?
David says Jack comes to warn him.
Warn him?
Dr. Hirsch, what's wrong? Is this more serious than I know?
I tried to investigate the attack. There are no records. The case was closed and now they've 'misplaced' the file. David's lacerations were cleaned and dressed when he arrived here and yet supposedly no doctor examined him before I did. The Goodman boy is already in the ground so he's no good to us. So I went to the pub in East Proctor where I was convinced of two things.
Yes.
They were lying. There were no witnesses, no escaped lunatic. The whole community is hiding the truth of what actually happened up there.
And what else?
I think the village of East Proctor is hiding some dark and terrible secret. I'm convinced that, like David, they believe in this werewolf.
You've absolutely no idea where David might be?
No. He knows no one in London, besides me. I shouldn't have left him alone.
Surely you're not suggesting...
David has suffered a severe trauma. I myself witnessed some form of mass neurosis in East Proctor. If all the villagers believe that Jack Goodman was killed by a werewolf, why shouldn't David? And then it follows that if he survived an attack by a werewolf, wouldn't he himself become a werewolf the next full moon?
Dr. Hirsch?
Oh, I don't mean running about on all fours and howling at the moon. But in such a deranged state he could harm himself, or perhaps others.
What shall we do?
Let's call the police and see if they can help us find our wandering boy.
He's here.
Is he all right? Why didn't you call me? Where was he?
He doesn't remember. He woke up at the zoo.
The zoo? Is he rational?
Yes, he is. He's very excited and confused, but he's not crazy, if that's what you mean.
Have you read the papers today? Have you listened to the radio or television?
No, why?
Is David acting strangely?
No, not really.
Could you get here without any trouble?
Yes, I should think so.
Right. Now listen carefully. I want you to bring David here. I want him in my care. I'll notify the police that we've found him. It is imperative that you bring him straight to the hospital. Do you understand?
Yes, Doctor.
You're certain he's lucid? You won't need any help?
He's fine. We'll come right over.
Shall I send a car?
No, a cab will be faster.
I expect you shortly.
What shall we do?
Tea would be nice.
Nurse Hobbs said there's a disturbance in Leicester Square involving some sort of mad dog.
David?
I doubt it. But it's something to do.
Has the patient in twentyone gotten his tray yet?
The American? Yes, duck.
How did he look?
What do you mean, 'how did he look'?
You know, did he seem depressed? Do you think he'll eat the food?
I'm an orderly, not a bleeding psychiatrist! I push things about, but I've little say what happens to them.
Thank you.
Herr Salieri.
Yes, I am looking after him.
Can we come in?
Well, he's sleeping now. Better not.
But he's all right?
Oh, yes. He's just exhausted. He became dizzy, that's all. We should let him rest.
Well, tell him we were here, won't you?
Of course.
And say everything went wonderfully. A triumphdeluxe say that! Tell him the audience shouted his name a hundred times.
Bene.
I'll call tomorrow.
Yes. And congratulations to all of you. It was superb.
Oh, by the way, give him this. This is his share. That should cheer him up, eh?
Yes, indeed. Goodnight to you all now. It was perfection truly!
Excuse me, sir, there is a lady who insists on talking to you.
Who is she?
She didn't say. But she says it's urgent.
Excuse me, my dear.
That lady is back, sir.
Show her in. Then go to bed.
What does he want?
He didn't say, sir. I told him I didn't know when you would be back, but he insisted on waiting.
Come with me. And stay in the room.
This is embarrassing, you know. You introduced Mozart to some of my friends and he's begging from practically all of them. It has to stop.
I agree, Baron.
Can't you think of anyone who might commission some work from him? I've done my best. I got him to arrange some Bach for my Sunday concerts. He got a fee what I could afford. Can't you think of anyone who might do something for him?
No, Baron, no. I'm afraid Mozart is a lost cause. He has managed to alienate practically the whole of Vienna. He is constantly drunk. He never pays his debts. I can't think of one person to whom I dare recommend him.
How sad. It's tragic, isn't it? Such a talent.
Indeed. Just a moment as a matter of fact I think I do know someone who could commission a work from him. A very appropriate person to do so. Yes.
Here I am, my angel.
What? Who the devil are you?
I've taken pity on you, my angel. I heard your wish.
Oh. Well, thank you! How wonderful. Some people get all the luck.
Now you've got to promise me faithfully you'll remain true to me forever. Then you'll see how tenderly your little birdie will love you.

What exactly did he call out?

He said 'Jack'.

That would be Jack Goodman, the boy who was killed.

What happened to them?

The police report said an escaped lunatic attacked them. He must have been a very powerful man. Although I really don't see that it is any of your concern, Miss Price.

No, sir. Of course, sir. Good day, Doctor.

Did he say a wolf?

Yes, I believe he did.

It's all right, Susan. Yes, Doctor, I have.

Come to my office, Miss Price.

Oh dear girl, your extracurricular activities are of no consequence to me. I don't give a damn who you sleep with. I'm concerned about David.

Yes, sir.

It's a full moon. Where is he?

At my flat. I'm off at midnight and...

He's not?

Alex, has David persisted in his werewolf fantasies?

Well, yes, but he seems to be more upset by the death of his friend.

Has his friend appeared to him again?

Yes.

What did he say?

David says Jack comes to warn him.

Warn him?

Dr. Hirsch, what's wrong? Is this more serious than I know?

I tried to investigate the attack. There are no records. The case was closed and now they've 'misplaced' the file. David's lacerations were cleaned and dressed when he arrived here and yet supposedly no doctor examined him before I did. The Goodman boy is already in the ground so he's no good to us. So I went to the pub in East Proctor where I was convinced of two things.

Yes.

They were lying. There were no witnesses, no escaped lunatic. The whole community is hiding the truth of what actually happened up there.

And what else?

I think the village of East Proctor is hiding some dark and terrible secret. I'm convinced that, like David, they believe in this werewolf.

You've absolutely no idea where David might be?

No. He knows no one in London, besides me. I shouldn't have left him alone.

Surely you're not suggesting...

David has suffered a severe trauma. I myself witnessed some form of mass neurosis in East Proctor. If all the villagers believe that Jack Goodman was killed by a werewolf, why shouldn't David? And then it follows that if he survived an attack by a werewolf, wouldn't he himself become a werewolf the next full moon?

Dr. Hirsch?

Oh, I don't mean running about on all fours and howling at the moon. But in such a deranged state he could harm himself, or perhaps others.

What shall we do?

Let's call the police and see if they can help us find our wandering boy.

He's here.

Is he all right? Why didn't you call me? Where was he?

He doesn't remember. He woke up at the zoo.

The zoo? Is he rational?

Yes, he is. He's very excited and confused, but he's not crazy, if that's what you mean.

Have you read the papers today? Have you listened to the radio or television?

No, why?

Is David acting strangely?

No, not really.

Could you get here without any trouble?

Yes, I should think so.

Right. Now listen carefully. I want you to bring David here. I want him in my care. I'll notify the police that we've found him. It is imperative that you bring him straight to the hospital. Do you understand?

Yes, Doctor.

You're certain he's lucid? You won't need any help?

He's fine. We'll come right over.

Shall I send a car?

No, a cab will be faster.

I expect you shortly.

What shall we do?

Tea would be nice.

Nurse Hobbs said there's a disturbance in Leicester Square involving some sort of mad dog.

David?

I doubt it. But it's something to do.

Has the patient in twentyone gotten his tray yet?

The American? Yes, duck.

How did he look?

What do you mean, 'how did he look'?

You know, did he seem depressed? Do you think he'll eat the food?

I'm an orderly, not a bleeding psychiatrist! I push things about, but I've little say what happens to them.

Thank you.

Herr Salieri.

Yes, I am looking after him.

Can we come in?

Well, he's sleeping now. Better not.

But he's all right?

Oh, yes. He's just exhausted. He became dizzy, that's all. We should let him rest.

Well, tell him we were here, won't you?

Of course.

And say everything went wonderfully. A triumphdeluxe say that! Tell him the audience shouted his name a hundred times.

Bene.

I'll call tomorrow.

Yes. And congratulations to all of you. It was superb.

Oh, by the way, give him this. This is his share. That should cheer him up, eh?

Yes, indeed. Goodnight to you all now. It was perfection truly!

Excuse me, sir, there is a lady who insists on talking to you.

Who is she?

She didn't say. But she says it's urgent.

Excuse me, my dear.

That lady is back, sir.

Show her in. Then go to bed.

What does he want?

He didn't say, sir. I told him I didn't know when you would be back, but he insisted on waiting.

Come with me. And stay in the room.

This is embarrassing, you know. You introduced Mozart to some of my friends and he's begging from practically all of them. It has to stop.

I agree, Baron.

Can't you think of anyone who might commission some work from him? I've done my best. I got him to arrange some Bach for my Sunday concerts. He got a fee what I could afford. Can't you think of anyone who might do something for him?

No, Baron, no. I'm afraid Mozart is a lost cause. He has managed to alienate practically the whole of Vienna. He is constantly drunk. He never pays his debts. I can't think of one person to whom I dare recommend him.

How sad. It's tragic, isn't it? Such a talent.

Indeed. Just a moment as a matter of fact I think I do know someone who could commission a work from him. A very appropriate person to do so. Yes.

Here I am, my angel.

What? Who the devil are you?

I've taken pity on you, my angel. I heard your wish.

Oh. Well, thank you! How wonderful. Some people get all the luck.

Now you've got to promise me faithfully you'll remain true to me forever. Then you'll see how tenderly your little birdie will love you.